What are you doing here? You should be somwhere else. Maybe making burgers or a career. It all seems like it's just not right to spend you your life encaged. You could try to fight, but all your rage is worthless. You think you're making a world of difference, but all the stupid fucks don't even give a damn. Maybe if you were a shark; Rather than a fish in a school of millions. Then their might be a chance, that people would say: "hey, isn't that that one guy..."
WHAT'S TO SHOW FOR IT?
I could sleep for 40 minutes, that would probably be better, but maybe i would dream that i was standing in a sort of sprinkle. Feeling the water tap down on my head. Then i'd go home and not have a drop of water to show for it. What if that dream interchanged with reality, and i'd be standing in the rain, thinking that i might need 40 minutes of sleep.
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