# dorothy wagner sat alone in the waiting area just outside the doctor's unlit office her heart banged against her ribs yet she didn't once dare show just how afraid she was sorry dorothy but i just can't bring myself to care any more get to the goddamn point already please that is there seems no damn point to your life your worries or your banging heart problems bore me almost as stiff as your dried leather prose first dorothy does this and then they do that ok fine just help me avoid sinking in the la brea tar pits of your plain vanilla existence all its finely described details and useless intricacies each sandblasted by dead time // republic of bob