Thursday, 2 April 2015

The stars disappeared from the sky - I smiled as I waved them all goodbye

Every day I come home tired, after spending 8.5 hours trying not to get fired. The aches and pains that creep across my back, will be ignored until my whole spine subdues and cracks. What's the point in taking time for oneself, when you can't even look at yourself, and you just feel like filth? Concentrating heavily on what a waste your life is, how ugly your wife is, and your kids being a massive source of guilt. You should never have started doing the horizontal hustle, because now your life's become the ouroboros shuffle.

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