Monotonous misfortune advertised as nothing but well dressed dreams.
I have my hand deep in the jar waiting for it to fall off.
My aspirations are strong, but not at all unreachable.
Call me what you will, but please don’t call me droning.
I am not droning, repetitive, or dull.
I spit shit like tables spin shit.
Monotonous misfortune advertised as nothing but well dressed dreams.