Once again, the futility of existence is proved beyond a doubt: No sooner have I spent US$7.50 on a load of laundry than another one is waiting. Life being pointless, the only question is whether to do the laundry or simply start the inevitable killing spree. Hump this two blocks to the lavanderia, or walk an extra blk. or so & suffocate the slumlord w/ it, poetic justice style?
Save me the trouble, giant asteroid of death, & fracture this shithole world! Will settle for a 10-on-the-scale earthquake that squashes all of you beneath your world of plastic crap like the vermin you are.
Self-awareness P.S.: Isn't it interesting that to me,
anything is a perfect reason to start killing?
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