Empty Vacuum
By birksy
Carpet dust. Dead skin, flaked, compacted Sucked up, deposited. Bag after bag after bloody bag. Day after day after bloody day. It’s all you do - is it all you think about? It’s about time you changed; you evolved. Maybe took some pride in your work. Planned, a bit more. You know what I mean? I’m fed up with you doing the easy work, You’ve got a chip, haven’t you? Haven’t you? Why don’t you use it, then? Start pulling your own weight around here, huh? Written August 7th, 1997 © on Aug 27 2001 06:19 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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"Carpet dust...."