fuck this job.com

I thought today on my walk to work-that it could be quite possible that I would walk right past the bigbastardbox and just keep going- past the strip malls, out into the barren corn fields-past the quiet empty houses in the middle of nowhere-just keep walking.. Ah, a dream. My feet work on their own without any knowledge from my brain-just as vacant as the fields. While there is no thought-my body knows it's place-it is exhausted and resigned before it even begins the motions of another worthless day.