the textual siege.

i wish they would stop sending those offers. every few days, there that familiar logo stares back, challengingly and mockingly.

sometimes i dont even violate the perfect whiteness of the envelopes and send them straight to the bin, where they really shouldn't belong. but occasionally, an irregular shaped brown envelope piques my interest, like tonight, when i should've been too tired to give a toss but i did, and i always always regret it.

it sucks to the high heavens to be sick enough to feel like shit but just not enough to go home with my tail in between my legs.

ok back to willing those viruses to work harder, with false promise of not letting chemicals run their course through this temple, or the ruins of it.

ciao.