I lit a box of matches, jumped in puddles and soiled my skin in gutters of mirth. It was just yesterday when I threw cake on their faces and ran down the stairs, laughing my ass off. And this morning, I canβt seem to get on my feet. Submerged in sheets, my dreams wonβt let go of me. Indulgence, is what I call it, not being lazy.
And that was me drowning in nostalgia. You know itβs bullshit. Instagram is loaded with nonsensical videos, Yβknow, judge me for this but I donβt like seeing dog videos, or cat videos. I donβt wanna see them eating, playing, shitting and fucking (Iβm glad they donβt upload this). There are girls trying to be sexy, dancing to item numbers, not interested in them either. Then comes a guy chopping vegetables, dude! Why the fuck would you post that shit?
Do you have any idea how many Hindi melodies and English classics theyβve ruined trying to dance to them?? Fuck. Okay Iβll stop. As life moves forward, pictures of people with their kids pop up, others are getting married. Why do posts get stupider as people get older? I think I gotta judge myself here. Iβm ancient. Iβm from the fallen order.
Anyway, a life without stupid shit is a life wasted. Being a part of that shit is pure bliss, my friend. I think I should get back to videogame, Iβm stuck on an impossible mission. I wonder why men arenβt dancing to songs in underpants.
Who am I to say anything, eh? (One of my aunts says Whatever she has to and ends with this rhetoric. I just tried.)
Lifeβs hard, Iβm telling you.
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