Me today:

Blow hot. Blow cold. Alternate between bubly enthusiastic to moody, sad and heavy like a wet sack of wheat flour. suffer from the good old bomber planes thundering across and through your head. Suffer from indecision and acidity. The sticky bad taste in your mouth keeps coming back like those stupid tasteless hindi movie songs on Mtv. Caught between guilt and arrogant judgementalism: They all are fools... How can you judge all like that Suman? The rest try to build with a bundle of stupid things (paper bricks) whereas I am trying to exemplify obsessive modesty by playing down my achievements (concrete brick coated with candy floss)

Finally, when I am positive I need to consult a shrink, they sent a memo saying I have been late to office twice last week and I know people are watching you and your coffee breaks... maybe they'd come up with a research report on 'Coffee breaks. Corporate Productivity.' And actually revel in their fake orgasm of an achievement. It's better to have NOT done it than fake it.

What's worse is the knowledge that I am being watched by a bunch of utterly jobless ant-eaters, whose major achievement in life has been mastrubating with the wrong hand. God save us.
I'll bring it all down baby. Bring it down China town, as De niro said in Meet the Parents. Change is like grey hair. you know it's around even after you hide it. The solution? asked some morons, 'live with it fuck(grey)heads!'

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