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Who’s Sequencing My Endorphin’s Perturbing Time Spending?

There’s a night I want to drink liquor.
There’s a night I can hardly sleep infinitely.


There’s an afternoon even if I’m eating more and more, eating much more again, I could never had enough, either.
There’s an afternoon, even if I’ ve never eaten anything for a day, never been hungry.


All conditions are anytime each selfish, only no perfection never to be unified smartly balanced nor distributed must exist.


World enforces us being in only imbalanced, unstable, uncertain, around its sequel, any serial matter could never be previously harmonized.


Many distractive seductive things constantly assault us, but they could never provide us our satisfactory reality.


Otherwise, Lord just capriciously once made the world, but He absolutely does never show any smiling face.


All rational ideas are eventually empty.
Hotness must hardly be passing away, but very stronger pelt, shower, downpour in no announcement comes to many places out of blue.


World revolves in pretending public moral, many performances around justice and ethics rather showing each one’s selfish privacy, positioning bluffing.


How is universally just truth?
As if melting iceberg, glacier, any opinion vacantly just runs all over the world.
Where have all the composed understanding mutually?


But my cat as well as usually just nags me to feed her, regularly.
(to be continued)


(Sep. 23th. 2019)