Minutes drag on like weeks while I watch each boulder as it seems to fall for hours before finally crashing into the existing mound’s apex, each grain the impetus for another silent avalanche inside the glass borders of the tiny fourth dimension I keep on my nightstand so that I have something rational to look at when everything is screaming about the infinite horrors of reality from the rooftops of the crowded ghettos in my mind.
-HomieCidal Brainiac
the unfathomable misery of being 
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