Existentially, you're a
broken record.
There are those tiny variations in
what plays
over and over and over.
But essentially you're the same.
Realistically, you're
someone I don't want to listen to.
Can't you move on?
Obviously no one cares for
you're ideas and thoughts.
We're sick.
You're like some sort of
over-sweet chewing gum
that never loses it's taste.
And that taste isn't something I care for.
Please just shut off or
let me spit you out.