Just watched 'four minutes'
nice movie.
creepy.
sad.
and there is this aching backache.
that
is
just
making me really grouchy.
with the movie.
and I just realized life down here is pretty much like life in prison.
Except you actually get your own room in prison.
and you have less items to pack.
no store items, millions of different attires, and whatsnot.
And as fun as coming out may seem to be,
it just makes you wonder,
whether that is all life has to offer.
a mere 48 hours.
giving you that small tantalizing taste of freedom,
enjoying yourself to the maximum,
before throwing you right back in,
leaving you hungering for more,
salivating for the next time you are released,
addicted.
marching, marching,
like little green men.
here, there, everywhere.
no one is different.
dirt of the system.
makes me wonder.
fuck this.
I am not in a good mood today.
so sue me.
