Repose of the Soul

reclining

She sits there and waits. What’s happening? Nothing. Life is dull and useless. Just the wind and the sand blowing over and around same old dreary life here. What’s the point? Don’t tell her she should vote, there’s no point.

What could possibly happen? It’s not as if some pink-striped creature is gonna fall on your head in chicken-shit town here where nothing happens. Sun beats down and no-one gives a shit. Not even the people who give a shit that no-one gives a shit give a shit.

It’s all just a pile of words and what does that even mean? Words don’t even mean anything any more and you can’t even tell what I’m saying. It’s like a big waste of time and even that doesn’t make any sense. You don’t know what I mean and how could you? You don’t even know what the phrase “don’t know” means and here we are, all just floating in space and sitting on a girder waiting for something that won’t happen because it never happens. Not here.

I think we can be pretty sure about that, if we’re sure of anything.



2 responses to “Repose of the Soul”

  1. Harris says:

    I find you from the stumble…goooooodd…Hola robako…

  2. admin says:

    Γεια σου! I’m glad you like it. Yes, I’m trying to get it stumbled but I don’t know if people have a long enough attention span. I never see any comments anyway… 😉

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