Most
strangers
think
that
I of
all
are the
most
daft
.
Little
time
do they
invest
in thoughts
of mine
for
when
I hear
them
talk
in their
banal
tones
, I cringe
to be
not only
in their
presence
but in
their
range
of oration
is the
most
courteous
and
benign
thing
I can
do
for them
.
Later
, I will
commiserate
loudly
to the
ever
dying
walls
and
try with
all my
desire
that I
evaporate
.
No
Avail
.
Ever
.
~Happy Week. Happy Hour. Happy Month. Happy Birthday.
Heart,
Digress.
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