Psychologically we are prone to attribute our own failure to stuff outside our control. Our successes are all ours.

We also think other people’s success is just luck and their failures are bad decisions.

I intend to solve this with some inane bullshit.

The inane bullshit will ricochet through your mind and through the hallway as you ravenously, drunkenly scream through letterboxes of other people in your building:

“I am going to bludgeon you to death with this unexploded mine I found whilst drowning your pets and also the livestock that you WOULD have eaten for dinner. Don’t bother looking for it, I enbalmed it with 6 litres of piss I stole from the sewer.”


Get your back scratched Annie
It’s been a long long time
Quails peck at the floor
Content with every little grub
We stare into the abyss
Try to remember your last favour
These woods swallow you whole
Blocking all visibility
Taken from you, hidden from others
Paths frozen for ease
Winds paused for breath