Waiting to hear back from a job, spent the last 20 hours watching torture horror flicks, avoiding negative thoughts. 

Tyrant Hum 

Logistic hibernation nearly complete:

I juice suffering, swaddled rib crackingly

tight inside late morning, the sun persistent,

unemployment flaccid, loyalty malignant. 

Everything I engage in makes me sick - 

my pet tasks most of all. Keeps melancholia

at bay, the scripted suffering, celluloid carnage

keeps me sane as all round my dreams become

reality and my hope cloys to sour mist.