disgustingly obvious, foolish, and even so. i thought you enjoyed the letters i put under your doorbell a week ago, but something stopped me from responding on time. it was the bug twirling around itself, playing with its own death against stupidity, why the idiocy? why the knock? if there was nothing left of this world but a fridge you’d still find time and the object to throw at me. despicable, at least.

i could help the bug and save the meaningless life although the purpose of his is to remain still, which he succesfully ignored. i was way too disctracted by your disgrace,

cheers? and no, coffee is not the equivalent of wine, life is too expensive for your hyperfixations.