Here we go . . .I am tired.
I woke up to find tire treads and footprints embedded in the length of my body, as though run over many times at a swap meet. It is a manifestation of my fatigue with the world. My innate fear of being trampled by the masses, all surging towards an infinitely better life that they will never attain because it is an illusion.
I am fighting the urge to dive into the world's largest dirty martini.
This is my olive branch, cruel world. Will you accept?