“you know what your problem is?”

“i know, i know”

“you just never know when to shut up”

“I SAID I KNOW”

“and yet you still keep yammering on…
your like that fucking kid in highschool…”

“i know the one”

“the one who kept pushing every bully’s buttons;
they’d beat him up; he’d get up and run 10 meters away
and do it all over again, and get chased down and
beaten up – over and over and over like an idiot”

“i think he was trying to pull the world onto himself;
i think he was trying to crush himself to nothing”

“why the hell would anyone be stupid enough to do that?”

“maybe it’s like one of those weighted blankets…
the immobilizing hug of the heaviest things bring peace”

“is that what you want? you want to be crushed?”

“i don’t know…maybe.”

“man i just don’t get you…not even a little.”

“me neither.”