Inspired by the How Green? song "I'm Bored Therefore I Am"
I live in a cloister of debauchery, surrounded by the aimless amusement of lost and broken people. Echoing from the pounding basement floors stained with booze and the dorm sheets soaked with sexual frustration, I hear a sweet, slow anthem of self-destruction. Youthful vigour be damned--here, death matriculates as hyperactivity. In rare sober moments, my generation faces that most haunting inconvenience--"I'm bored, therefore I am." Terrified of the inescapable clauses after "I am...," too often punctuated with dysfunction, disillusionment, and debt, my peers flounder in filth and put up no resistance as a gnawing numbness ensues. There is no more "I love you"--only "I'm taking you down with me." The dully tragic and the tragically dull become indistinguishable, blurred together by drugged eyes, dilated and unseeing. Beneath the clamour and frenzy of hedonism, the gorgeous refrain continues, tantalizing, beckoning towards defeat. "Slip away and drown in me," it whispers, "what does it matter, anyway?"
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