Sit down, let’s get this over with quickly.
I am not in the mood tonight for any hospitality towards you.
Spit it out, I’m sure I know what’s coming anyway, so save your dramatic suspense.
Do you really think you can surprise me at this point?
I actually so wish you could.
You know, for a change.
Hearing at least one thing that comes out of your mouth that has not been there before. A novelty way of mindfucking me. A new narcissistic skill. I don’t know. Something.
But it’s always the same.
And this repetition of such an overused pattern is, in all honesty, what somehow keeps me confused.
Are you in fact this Machiavellian mastermind, drying my soul with your calculated cycles of flowing and ebbing? Are you just an old-fashioned boring ordinary replicator of effective damaging phrases?
Or are you just an unimaginable pain in my ass, always ready to show up where and when you are unwelcomed?
See, I don’t care.
Whoever you think you are, or may be, or wanna be, you sit there on that chair, and I am here, distancing.
I listen to you, but I won’t get tangled.
I don’t need to know, I don’t want to know.
So be brief, I’m already bored.