[Note: Like my Quotes Snatched From The Wind post, anything of this ilk I'll just keep dumping in here as opposed to creating a new post.]
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Another Lonely Day:
"Hey, Harry, how's your new crap job going??"
"It's everything you'd want out of a soul-crushing nightmare of lifelessness trapped in an isolation chamber driving you to the edge of the universe sitting on a cliff-side of madness."
"Jesus! Is it really all that? You sound desperate."
"Don't worry. If I wanted to live I'd put a bullet in my head."
Another Lonely Day:
Forcing and Faking. That's how I get through every day. Only I'm not making it through. Just takes another piece out of me. Then there's nothing left and you die. Who thought up this shithole?
Another Lonely Day:
I'm bored. Bored beyond all description, bordering on madness. What is life on a meaningless moon? Our fate is already known, the news belongs to yesterday. A boy jumps into a pool, refusing to come to the surface. Either he does or drowns. "Debate" rages.
"I believe in the boy! He can make it!"
"That's insane. You're no friend of his signing his death warrant."
"You're just projecting your own inability to breathe underwater onto him. Loser!"
Why say anything? The outcome is known. The weight of waiting for the movie to begin has me slumping ever deeper into my seat.
Another Lonely Day (12th Version):
Ran across this girl in a nightmare - turns out I'd already let her down before I met her. Lost a bar fight that didn't happen. When out through the Out door even though the In door was cocked open. Goosebumped a miracle I dare not admit. Wished upon a Starpower. Punched a pillow fifty times. Did dishes as I left my art in San Francisco.
Another Lonely Day:
Nothing is fun. Nothing means anything. All these people "saving" the world don't have a clue. I wish I didn't have a clue so I could delude myself like that. Everything is used up, burned out; drained. Saw some idiot Democrap on TV barking how at some point they're going to have a hearing on some thing with some person. And that's when they'll get the bad guy! Jesus, everyone is playacting just like I am. At the end of they it gets you nowhere. That's when the nightmares begin.
Another Lonely Day:
Acting on the business phone:
"Yeah, yeah, I was thinking about that too. What did so-and-so say?...No comment on that. Foresight isn't a crime, ya know...OK, guess the piano has to fall on us before they'll do anything...We really need new leadership! There's a way to make things work, they just aren't doing it anymore. We should really discuss this...OK, great! Sounds like a plan!"
After hanging up: "Who gives a flying fuck."
Another Lonely Day:
So I found the perfect home for me. It has some acreage just aching to become a Japanese garden. I even looked at ones costing much more but this is the one. Price is 670k, about 660k more than I have. ("Hey, there, Mr. Homeless, I know a secret how you can get that house! And luckily my fee is exactly 10k!" Yup, predators know when and where to lay their traps.) Big, but not too big where I'd lose the cats I'd no doubt acquire. Yes, I'd have plans aplenty for it.
But they can never be. Were I handed all the money in the world, it could never be. I just wouldn't be free. Only on the streets am I free. At times like now, I do daydream about the impossible, holding it out as the solution to all my problems knowing it can never be proven false. Brilliant! I'm forever trapped in purgatory. Inside that house I'd feel it a prison, longing for the streets. In the street, I'd long to be in a house like that. I need to be wherever I'm not.
I'd take it if I could, of course. I'd be secretly terrified while acting deliriously happy, as expected. Then when alone I'd pull a blanket over my head and wish to die, a citizen marooned on foreign soil. All I have is the wheel in the sky.
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