expletive, Non classé, nonsense, prose

Life’ll kill ya

“You look tired.”
“Well that’s probably because I am.”
“Oh …”
“Yes. I’m tired of hearing about deaths and massacres in the news, can’t they talk about something happy for a change ? I’m tired of having to listen to people’s BS stories about how their lives suck and how they hate their bosses and are unequivocally underpaid while they think they have the mental capacities of Albert Einstein and while they believe they are some character living in a world written by Ernest fucking Hemingway, when what they really have is a true gift, a rare talent for scrambling my brains and making my ears bleed. Continue reading