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Pure sameness twists my ming

Apathy

No desire. no habitual zeal

Utter boredom

The same lousy show on TV

Gross

I'm trying to byte off a sandwich

It smells like shit

There is something on the wall

Definitely

Blood and hair of that bitch

Sweet

She's lying near table, still warm

Mouth is opened

I should cut her head off and

Fuck her in the trachea

Something new and exciting

Finally

I found my war, my salvation

My bliss