you leave me feeling like this sometimes...
how sad, this is what your life has been reduced to - a single room apartment containing no more than a mattress. how sad when the strings have been removed from the blinds & all the outlets have been painted over. & the television screen is streaked with blood & smeared from your knuckles, as you were trying to punch it out, but you underestimated its strength. or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough. startled by a knock at the door, you arise for the first time in two days to answer. but you could only greet the visitor with one short statement : HELLO, MY FIRST NAME IS DISTANCE & I REALLY DON'T CARE IF I NEVER WAKE UP AGAIN.