honestly

the soul-crushing loneliness can

only be matched by the

soul-crushing company of

shitty people

Is there even a middle

path anymore?

He asked this question to

the hole he punched

in the wall of his bedroom

It was now an empty bedroom

after his lover

left days ago to be with some coworker

or something

The hole he punched in

the wall

told him, “She left because of me.”

“What?” he said. “Cuz of you? Why the

fuck would she leave

because of a hole in the wall? Does

she think I’m fucking

the hole in the wall or what?”

“Oh, you know how it is

with women,” said the hole in the wall. “To

find out that you punch holes through

the wall is like finding out

you have a child from a previous

relationship. They don’t

want a man with that kind of baggage.”

he just wanted to write

Very old-school character

Used pencils and paper

But the city

wouldn’t let him. The city outside

his four walls stood like

a sea of noise

against his dreams

“Listen,” his wife said, “these days

they don’t even accept snail mail

submissions. You have to get

with the times. It’s done digitally,

by e-mail today. Can you understand

this? Are you listening?”

“Listening?” he snapped. “Oh, I am

listening, dear. I sure am.

Even when my ears are covered

and plugged. I am still

listening. Because there is no

fucking way to

evade the noise! No crevice in

this place is silent anymore. It’s

hell! Hell is the city,

hell is the noise, the screaming,

the crying, the gnashing of teeth.”

She got out of the room,

knowing that any further persuasion

would be futile,

and returned to the living room

couch where…