head like a brick, like a wallstone, like solid mann, sure man. Not a sound in or out, tussi gone. listen, fall back to sleep. make coffe at eight, and consider the mirthful razor in orange of the night before last a disaster with longer consequences. Not a pill for a cold, there is no cure for the common cold. Always follow the advice of the good doctor, even if he is not there all of the time, actually hardly any of the time. Make my coffee, play with my son, my head is still twirling its merry dance today.
Hail thee who shall be king hereafter, do I feel that bad. The value of life must be that we live it and do not barter with it. Think of the young girl with the big quote – that's heavy man. That was a quarius age ago.
If the brain stops its antidepressive ultra-rotation and lets go of past thoughts, considering future joys instead – sounds easy does it not? it is not. The mind weighs on the shoulders not the neck. What the heck, the weight of the soul is immaterial.
It issssaturday, no bus no train no local train no bus no work no morning coffeebreak no midday break no afternoon boredom no bus no essban no alexbahn no bus day to day.
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