bone mileage.
I feel the desperate need to cut through all the bullshit, cut it all, until the stench wakes us all the hell up in the grotesqueness of it. I wish I could say what is really on my mind all of the time but I wouldn't be able to function in 'normal' society. I want to crush the formalities. To the point where it's driving me mad. Everyone is so phony it makes me sick and it's like a disease that you inevitably catch as well, spewing contrived sentences topped with an automatic smile, your cherry goodness submissive kind of teeth bearing grin, oh, I'm so nice...and I really wish the best for you... (please). And yet we all fall victim to this. The way that humans interact and ultimately treat one another -- lately it's killing me. My bones hurt tonight, or this morning. Sleep escapes me completely though moments like these always pass.