Things That Bang

Past four days I've been in agony. The next door temple owned by the richest village land owner has prayers going on 24/7. Yeah, broadcasted live chants by 20 brahmins and Kannadiga traditional music. Sure, most villagers consider it to be an auspicious act, the cleansing of the village but I'm in fucking pain of the worst sorts.

The voices drone on. The pitches vary, the chants give away to loud obnoxious prayers and speeches. The speeches are so freaking long and loud that I moan and groan around the house, wanting to squeeze my brains out through my ears, gawd I want to be put out of my misery.

Yeah, all i dream of is personal bodily harm. But to the world it doesn't matter one bit. The neighborhood is fine, the family finds my palpitations amusing. But I freaking can't think.

I have no where to go, malls and crowds drive me crazy as it is. Time to blow my brains out!! I have gone BAT SHIT KRAZY!!