STUFF

I hate stuff. stuff EVERYWHERE. stuff in people's houses that no one knows what to do with. stuff that doesn't have a place. STUFF. it's horrible. it makes me feel claustrophobic. I feel like i am going to drown is useless junk like Jennifer Connely (spelling?) when she meets the bag lady in the Labyrinth. Honestly, stuff is what nightmares are made of. I figure the less stuff you have the more mental space you have for important things. I MEAN WHY THE HELL TO PEOPLE KEEP THOSE STUPID HOTEL SLIPPERS. piles and piles - "i'll use them some time." NEVER, you never use them.
And like little sample bottles.. ULCH all this consuming, it's a disaster. THINK OF HOW much STUFF there is in the world. im looking around my work house now and i see:
torch, wires, boxes of pens, a glasses case, a pokemon, a little guitar, a thing that you wind up and it looks funny, a notepad, a diary a leggo dog some stickers, a coin thing, two wallets (unused) a stencil, sharpener, scissors, another pencil case, a mask, a jumper, an elastic, a yogurt wrapper. THIS IS WITHIN a 1m radius. AND ALL OF THOSE THINGS can be found x10 around here.
It's cluttering my mind.. and then i apply it macronomically.. not sure if that's a word, and wonder about all the STUFF that exists in all the shops in all the country, in all the world AND I'M TOTALLY OVERWHELMED. AND THEN you have to find a place for the stuff.. stuff to put the stuff into. to stuff the stuff into. STUFF.

I JUST BLOODY HATE STUFF.