got nuthin ta say

So, about this funk Mungo's in. That's me, by the way. Mungo.

I guess I could beat it by embracing it, going on wild hedonistic binges. Perhaps do an interpretive dance in the dark for the next four years...you know the kind people do when they feel guilty about the choices they make, right? The kind of dances with impossible music playing in the corners of their ears. And I see me there, drowning in cold basement corners, feeling the kind of guilt that will only creep back with interest on a monthly bill. Indeed, seeking the answers, listening out for the false ending: seems to be an infinite endevor.