I’m Bored AF

Sort of like what we used to get, when we were kids...

and you sat over in the corner, sulking, not playing with your friends?

No recess?

Like that...but, the adult version of that.

When your inner me starts making space in the cranial apartment.

Taping chairs, folding tables, stuffing boxes with bits.

Trying to make room for all that useless shit;

taking up storage, in an effort to make, emotional room for it.

What the fuck?

And with my luck?

It'll still be too full.

I'll still be sad,

pissed off, dealing with things,

overfilled, boxes of bullshit,

apathy, walking dead fools.

Halloween Ghouls.

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©I.M.🗨😘 me … xo