Cleavage

Today is hell. Everyone's so giddy, delighted with the weather. This ability to find joy in the simplest things is both our hope and doom. Makes life a bit more bearable and turns our head away from the big infinite tragedy. Even while slowly climbing down to the abyss we manage to stop and smell the flowers.

"It's a great day hm? I might be going for a walk or something. I don't really have anything to do you know?"

So obvious aren't you? I find myself despising your ignorance. Your bursting breasts sicken me. Me admiring them sickens me the most. How pathetic you are. I've overlooked your existence ever since the first day I met you. So why would you be even slightly more hopeful today? Do you think it's your sex that will blossom in me a longing for you and your dull ways?

"Yeah, you should. It's a nice day for walking."

Go, go, go.

"Right, yeah, I mean, you wanna come? We could go and drink something. Somewhere."

Maybe if I ignore her she'll go away. It works with small children. And dogs.

"Or maybe, you know, there's a great terrace in my building. Only I have the key for some reason."

If only your sense of smell was as acute as those of dogs you'd have smelt my indifference. You'd in fact be nauseous by now seeing as I reek of it.

"We could go there and, you know, I could get some drinks and we'd just sit. And talk. Or, you know, whatever we felt like doing."

And then we would fuck each other senseless and you'd cling on me for the rest of my life and I'd feel dirty as dirty can be. Yeah, I get it sugar. Give up.

"It'd be nice, I think."

"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna work. I've got some stuff to do today."

"Oh come on, what stuff? It'd be great, really. I have beer in the fridge and all. We can get some pizza or something."

What are you doing? Yes, I've seen your breasts. Thank you, please remove them from under my nose. And let go of my hand. You little obnoxious creature. Go befriend a shower head or something.

"Yeah, sorry Martha, maybe some other time."

Look how she sulks now. How ridiculous can one person really be I wonder.

"Oh. That's a shame. Ok then. Well, if you change your mind you know where to find me."

"Yeah, definitely."

"Great, see you later then, maybe!"

Oh god, how can you be so impervious to aversion?! For fuck's sake. Who would be hopeful after something like that? Who would leave this conversation with a detestable little giggle and a cutesy whimsy wave of the hand?

Look at her going, so happy, blushing as a row of losers admire her like a fat bastard at a McDonald's factory. Revolting piece of meat. So easy to please. Proud of her nothings. Her cheap thrills. Flaunting her insignificance in tones of pink and yellow. If you were even just slightly aware of how pathetic your existence really is you would need no other instruments or pills because you'd burst yourself in flames right then and there. But you probably would just dismiss it all with a laugh and think I was kidding and come on to me a little bit more. Why do I even care about these flawless excrement specimens? A wasted struggle it seems sometimes. Obliviousness is the easy way indeed.