and what becomes of you, my love...?
I don't think you fully understand...
Years living in Fortresses of Solitude were made less painful with the opiate of cable television. As the walls closed in, my electric window offered relief. The illusion of a larger world.
Now... living in the newly christened TOMB... I need this escape more than ever...
The apartment is literally a dump, in a shitty area that is noisy as fuck through the better part of a 24 hour stretch. I've only been here a few days and the experiment is already failing. I'd pay the debt off myself but I can't afford to pay 3-4 months of overdue cable bills right now. I can't afford anything right now, which is why I'm fucking in this situation.
If the internet gets shut off, however, I'll need to take heavier measures.
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