Purging the Funk

I feel... bored with being bored bored with winter duped scorned bored with being solitary lonely in my solitude adept at the game played by the game.... I feel.... like a little slice of heaven- that's floating through space and time the sudden need to indulge the lust that's anxious to wander. I feel anxious tortured tormented happy angry vengeful forgetful. I feel like I can't eat I feel like I can't sleep I feel like I have indigestion, for I can't choke down the chunks of anger and aggravation burning in my chest and stomach like hot coals. I feel a little lighter. I feel like my waistline is shrinking somewhat I feel like I made a mistake I feel like kicking myself for letting ye olde guard down I feel like forgiving myself, and moving on I feel fed up with the triteness of everyday people I feel randy I'm feeling fed up with the dating game. I feel tired I feel depressed by the banalities of everyday life. I feel an overwhelming sense of disappointment in Man-unkind. I feel, I feel, I feel... I'm feeling my most creative... I feel like going out in the hall and yelling like this... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I feel stir-crazy! I'm feeling like I have a bad case of cabin fever I feel like I want to pack up and get the fuck away from here. I feel London I feel France I feel like removing my underpants... and laying in the warm sun on the Mediterranean, somewhere. *sigh*