fuck you

It had to be thrown away. And so it went, gone as quickly as it came. Nine floors of cinder-block walls and asbestos doesn't seem far enough to be honest. Sweep this plane from a carpeted floor over a balcony and send it soaring through the air; make sure uncharted territories are involved and new faces are all that will be seen. These familiar faces only provide confirmation that time is being wasted distastefully.