Baboons.

Murky sunshine all around but all I see is darkness.
I am numb. I am cold. I am not myself.
I can't put together rational thoughts, form rational words or even convince my actions to appear so.

I'm discombobulated, dismembered like a victim of a mortar. Stunned in disbelief and shock.
I am forced to communicate with people as irritated as myself forcing more irritability amongst my actions.

Hate is humor on days such as this.
People seem to think that when the one's there here to see aren't available that I readily am.

Think again.

Useless hovering only agitates me that much more. My aura reeks of misanthropist today.
Go the fuck away.

Life has a twisted irony. No one is more important than the next. We are just numbers of a governmental chart with names, single names amongst thousands, millions, billions.

Fuck it all.

Who really cares?

Do you think when I ask you "how are you?" that I really give a damn?
Please spare me.

"Good thanks" will suffice. I don't care to know your life story or what you had for breakfast.
Talk to one of the baboons that'll do a song and dance if you buy something.

Then come back and tell me how sincere you thought I really was. Hah. Yeah right.

I am numb. Stiff. Heartless. Irritated.

I am not human. I am not me, I am something I've never been but am now today.