Boring

Solitary cigarettes, tendrils of smoke curl upwards with each exhale expended. I’d rather die of lung disease than die of boring conversation with forced polite company.

So, bring me to the gallows, Swing me from the gallows, and I’ll fucking sing hanging from the gallows. Just. Fucking. Watch.

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