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Join Date: Aug 2014
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“Dost thou love live? Then do not squander time, for that’s the stuff life is made of” – Ben Franklin
Stayed in bed ‘til 9 today. PM. And it’s not even the weekend. Didn’t bathe. Or shave. There’s nothin’ I’m seekin’. There were no friends to drop by. Just got high. And ate pie. It’s not that I hate life, I just can’t make, time. Not often I write of this. No wife or kids. Just live with the parents. I had a dream, but didn’t share it. Life without merit. A stick without the carrot. The things to do to make-me-rich, are over-ruled by my lazi-ness. Do nothing happily, other than apathy. Sad to see, such a tragedy. Lazy Lethargic Listless Languid Lackadaisical Listlessness. Sluggishness, idleness Disinterested. Hopelessly supine Woefully disinterested. Unconcerned Only perturbed, if I have to do something Inclined to do nothing! It’s not that I hate myself. I just don’t know how to create wealth. Sloth. Under the weather; on the shelf. I understand the thrills. Watching 7 again, with Sommerset & Mills. Luckily, I don’t abuse pills. Just stare out, my windowsill. A-Motivated by the indo smoke. Whooped Preoccupied Introverted Distant, before distancing! Not really listening. "Smackin' a baby, at a christening." |
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