It's a Saturday, the perfect day to introspect your overgrowing pile of failures and regrets.
Oh no, they keep growing everyday. Small things like slipping on spilled water on your polished pristine glass reflecting tiles to bigger ones, like, well they're big..with consequences.
So yeah, introspect while wading through a quagmire of cringeworthy thoughts, and mistakes and remnants of regrets that keep popping up like old ad jingles at random moments on any odd day.
Well, silver lining of the day..I saw something. A face, a pair of eyes, an abstraction of all my desires and sigh.
The hate is strong today. I'm getting engulfed by the idiot box tetra pack limits of bastard internet abominations that're now called applications or apps and to make matters worse I've got a water dispenser, a dish dryer and a kitchen chimney that are made up of touch screen blasphemy. I don't want touch screens goddamit. They don't even work that well, and hell no, I hate the neon blue and red lights that subtly shimmy across the sleek black surfaces.
Gimme nobs to fiddle, buttons to push and lever to pull.
Touch screens can go to hell along with apps.
Seriously apps..what the fuck? You don't tell me how I should surf the Internet and screw your idiotic ads. You can pretend to know all about me and how I think and what I need, but the joke's on you..cuz I've been feeding you a bunch of lies.
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