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I wrote this as part of a blog entry, but decided to make it into a static item, too. Mainly because my port is embarassingly bare. Enjoy. ********** Boredom Tentacles In boredom's firm yet soft embrace I find myself entwined It's ever-gripping tendrils Are wrapped around my mind They feel around my sluggish thoughts and crush them all to dust they slither through my conscious consumed with boredom lust They cannot rest until my brain accepts them as a friend I really cannot fucking wait until the damn weekend. **********
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