Bored, bored, bored.
The feedback loop ramps up again.
She speaks like a sim asking me if my burning house wants a nice chaise lounge.
She asks if I did anything on the weekend
Did my homework
Labelled my feelings and practiced mindfulness
in a mind already full of thought and survival preparedness that I'm ready for all dooms.
Choking on words and feelings again
Another question
Mind tired
Brain throbbing
The wall colour is sickening
Another question
Another nod
The temptation to lie
to leave out the pea-green door
It's never easy, no
My words never flow
I'll just smile and say sure
Just get me out that fucking door.
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Nihilist's Cookbook
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