tired of monkeying around

We could tell by how we were when we still had the solids that it wasn't going to be good when we ran out. Pain, weepiness and so fucking irritable. The humidity and the warmth isn't helping espically as for the second night in a row we can't keep the window open because of some fucking alarm is going off up at the shops. Even without the alarms it can be shitty for noise in the evenings and at night, cunts shouting, singing and fighting when the pub closes, pure scum on the road and in the car park with their fucking awful exhausts. Quite a contrast between the evenings and nights in my room and school days out the back with all the peace and the birdsong we might work it into the poem.

Skipped another game night but taught him how to make lazy macaroni and watched the jungle book with him. Much prefer the new ending to the ending in the old cartoon and Bill Murray voices the bear and Christopher Walken as king Louie. Quite cool and made it tolerable when all the compulsory masculine, male, male, mindless reproduction of unquestioned patriarchy, male, male, female caregiver, female evil temptress, male, male that is in everything and everywhere just fills us with hate and disgust.

No amount of pretty garden flowers can change that but they give us pride. Or cannabis either but it does make us cry less about it.

 This planet is fucking void.