To Waste Virtual KBs with a Morbid Nonsensical Thought & a Resolution

I’m at my place of work a.k.a. the 8th Circle of Hell:6th Bolgia .

I stood in front of a paper shredder and was mindlessly pushing one page at a time into the opening. I listened to the raunchy sound that was the result of paper meeting the rolling blades of the shredder.

I think of my hand going through that space.

I can see the blood spurting, the bits of flesh spilling onto the surface…onto the floor.

I hear the sound of my bones being grinded.

And everyone would hate me because I jammed the stupid machine.

Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy!