Vague Insanty 054

Walking through the evening, I think I become aware that tiny people are running, scurrying like ants. Everyone trying to rush back to their box. And inside the box, inside my mind, I see the things that you can't find.

Spinning discs of molten metal, numbers flying inside the box, and the people in the hallway are singing loudly and keeping me awake all night but I don't mind because I think deep down they must be really lonely and I'd sort of like to kick them in the face and make them go to the hospital so they could end that loneliness. I just can't sleep, so they should probably be beaten with a cricket bat.

I'm not violent, but I'm tired and I sort of think it would be amusing to hit someone so hard in the chest that they make that really cool "Wooouuuggghhh" sound.

Maybe that means I lack some empathy for the human race. I'm some cold, heartless bastard out for my own amusement.

I also cheat at Scrabble.

So yeah,

I'm going to hell.