NormSo this is what the bottom of the barrel looks like
If these walls could talk they'd probably say something like, I'm sick of holding up the roof. Why can't I be the roof. I want to be at the top. Nobody appreciates the wall. Everybody loves the roof. All I need is a roof over my head. Well you can't have a roof without walls, idiots. They'll notice me when I'm gone. Then they'll be sorry. Why didn't we take better care of the walls? When I'm gone, the roof will be laughing on the other side of its face. I should have said thank you. But its too late! I've had enough. The floor is the only one who understands me. She supports me. Hang in there roof. But, I'm afraid it's too late for that. I just wish I didn't have to be so strong for everyone. I feel like collapsing too. Nobody listens to the aimless thoughts of a wall. No the wall just is. Well when I'm flat on the floor, when our bodies become one, you'll be fucked. You'll all be fucked. Something like that anyway. It wouldn't say anything about the incidents that have happened between it and its family. Walls are so selfish. All they ever talk about is themselves. Even when a roof is soaring majestically towards the sun, the walls are groaning like a pathetic male figure skater begrudgingly changing a light bulb with his testicles in a coffee grinder. Pathetic. This post couldn't hold any weight, it's just some stick in the mud but it does have one good thing - it has nearly finished. Collapse and support: opposite.
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