lost miles exit strangers won't stoop to public exclaimations of bloodlust. just that there's something needing doing. you know what that is. you know who you are if this gets that far. far be it from me to communicate directly. it's pride. that's all. a stupid thing like pride stretched out into a murky film that makes it impossible to see the world. you are what you see. all of it is tiring with this sick boring sober tick tocking along at a snail's pace. time flies when you're having fun. will it stop if i get bored enough?