I really wish I didn't care. Black. Black as the hounds of hell scratching menacingly at the door. Black as the void of space. Silent as the endless vacuum. I wish vacuum cleaners were silent. I hate their resonant whine. Smashing a vacuum cleaner with a sledgehammer would be fun. Or hitting one with a fast moving car. Or throwing one from a great height into a quarry. Therapeutic even thinking about it.
Monday, 22 November 1999
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