THE FUCKING ALARM ACROSS THE STREET

YOU KNOW THE ONE



IT IS MY 'TELL-TALE HEART'

"TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad?"


ALBEIT IN A BLATANT AND OVERT WAY,AS OPPOSED TO A SUBTLE AND INSIDIOUS ONE


THOUGH I SUPPOSE IT'S THAT, TOO

"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work!"

either way the point is that it's driving me fucking insane; it has been since i moved in here ... so typical: i find a street in boston that actually has one thing in common with that street in london...... and THAT'S the fucking thing.

"They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "



one of these days it's going to be the death of me
[or, perhaps, of some unassuming passer[s]-by]