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| Works by Lobo Aru Utter Apathy I am Apathy enshrined. Embodied. Personified. I do not care. I can't be bothered to ask the right questions. I haven't gone to appointments. I don't call, or answer calls. I don't exert. I am Unmotivation. I am Indifference. I am unconcerned with consequences. I define Ambivalence. The only shits I give splash. All is petty in the light of my Utter Apathy. I don't think of what was, or what could be. I don't even bother with what is. I am relatively content, and totally apathetic. Personal hygiene or fitness? Ha. Why bother? Who cares what I look like? Who cares what anybody looks like? Who cares about anything? Not I. And golly Wally, that's all that fucking matters. So keep your insignificant concerns and totally trivial life crises to yourself. You'll find no pity from my ice cold shoulder. Oh and hey, if you don't like my attitude, Guess what? Hope Is Worthless hope is an evil fucking whore imbuing you with desire and cravings for what appears so tangible and attainable a fucking tease yanking away as you clamp your teeth in the air biting your tongue, tasting blood fuckin forget about it you fuck you'll have nothing and hate it you're a loser and a source of amusement for we who despise you the world Paranoid Another scratch, a whisper of a scrape against a somewhat distant alleyway and then movement from me away Away AWAY way away, I pray but a twitch in the shadows a fleeting glimpse perhaps? or not. what am I seeing? am I imagining this? is nothing there? or is it him. her. it. them. are they relentless in their endless quest for me? why do they mirror my every move in every door to the side of every building? smoking a cigarette and reading the paper not looking at anything. seeing everything. especially me. the bastards. who are devoid of mercy. and have slain my will. and have stolen my hope. they will not quit. for I am the hunted. I am their prey. |
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