I’d like to claim I’m not one to deal in absolutes, but ask reality behind my back, and well, I imagine he’d rat me out

There’s this heavy, chain-link tether that’s kept me locked to its post and bathed in a deep, suffocating darkness for some time

Can’t tell if I’m being water-boarded, or if it’s a clean drowning

Frankly, I’m a bit sick of the whole ordeal - this shit bores me

Perhaps I’m stuck in my own adaptation of ‘93’s ‘Groundhog Day’

If so, it’s been dragging well past its hour and thirty-six minute run time, and that fella from ‘Ghost Busters’ is nowhere to be seen

I never did like that movie