My cold hard slab of polished steel

I have begun to get bored. And that is good. For years I have been so desperately mentally ill that I have been actively wanting to get to know the feeling of getting bored again. And now mercifully I am beginning to feel that way again. Daytime and work and the investments and the trust continues to be complete hell. It is slowly driving me mad and could put me in hospital. But just now I got to feel bored in the first time I can remember and it felt absolutely fantastic. Better that sex. Better than music. Better than religion. It was like coming up very slowly and very gently to a large slab of cold steel. A bit like something out of 2001. A huge cold steel slab privately and in the middle of nowhere. You could touch it. You could lick it. You could take your clothes off and even rub yourself up against it. But that cold slab of polished steel was all there was. It was not going to hurt you. However you caressed it it did not mind. If you even had sex with it it would not object. It was my cold hard slab of polished steel. It was permanent. It would always be there for me. And it still is. Thanks Joey.