Contrary to the overused phrase,
life is too long.
Occupied mostly by menial mediocre makeweight moments--
fastidious fragments of filler;
the greater fraction spent feigning death,
a large proportion placed in grudging positions
and just a morsel used to actually live.
100000 pages describing a character
with pretentious pitter-patter
which provides no penetration to the underlying plot.
A perpetual instrumental track,
with unnoticeably subtle progresion
that offers no tying motif to the record's ambiance.
Give me something succinct, condensed
and stimulating--
I hope that I'm dead
by the time this is read.
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