FFFFF Cough

I am burning alive by my own pyromania Set ablaze with uncertainty and insecurity a diaspora of the mental mania my forced dispersion a product of public security Quietly I scream... ffffuuuuccckkkk offff

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White Noise

There is a white noise machine that sits in the corner on the floor near the door.  It is tucked slightly behind the water cooler machine as if trying to be invisible. It reminds me of the old days, long ago, when the television stations would stop broadcasting after a certain hour.  Long before the … Continue reading White Noise