Hazard

Can't stop. Go. Go. Go. There it is again.

Think about it. Again. The sound repeats. Oh my. What have we done?

How much further?

The sad, profound meaning things never really seem to sink in enough. Always the nagging splinter that itches its way into your thought. They call. The irritating call of "them".

Fuck off. I don't want to talk to you.

From here to there

There wasn't anything you could do, or even try to do. There was nothing and yet it felt like something might have been there. The endless stream of verbose meaninglessness poured out in its constant stream of redundancy.....

I can't take this.....Enough......