seafoambeast
there's nothing on this planet that fits and the lighting in this dressing room is cheap and dreadful.
my speech is slurred and meaningless. I speak, I've spoken, and I will speak again, but there is no one here to listen and there is never anyone here to listen.
at least not for long.
they come. they don't stay. my words are boring.
repetitive.
they've lost their meaning.
speech has lost its meaning.