Idle Will Enablement
I have lost nearly everything I once was.
Non-MTV bullshit viewer.
This is what I have.
A big metal cage made of reasons I can't do what I used to
do, inside of which I can only mope on the periphary and
write depricating works of saddness. Sleeping on wood
chips and my own excrament. Hands on the bars, the happy
people strut on by.
"That's pretty old.
I never felt like this before.
I say that every hour."