The useless inanimate cuckoo reminds me of the fact that its 12 and i need to befriend or to put it in a better way, allure my ever-absconding slumber. This is quite a difficulty for an egoist or male chauvinist like me(assuming slumber to be a girl). Reluctantly, i made an attempt to switch off the think- tank. Failed. Well anticipated, but didnt take an attempt to get rid of this exhortation. Played along. Overfilled with the generosity of the falcate-white. And I got hooked again. It was just an ordinary night. Yet it was enduring. Sick and tired of the age-old acid-base reactions, a freshness spurted from the inside.
My ever-weathering epitome pleaded and conscience aided him. The provocation was out of range. A desperate jump into the chasm of make-belief. Satisfied but sabotaged. Wrenched out what should have been buried. Falsehood poked me. Down I went.
On diluting the above piece(of shit) its quite clear that when you dont have a reason to sleep or you are seated at the climax of idleness you seem to wander through the world wide webs and tire out your eyes so as to gather the requisite impetus to fall asleep. Thats how life goes.
Boredom forced me to pen dowm this piece of garbage/gibberish without reason so as to distribute a bit of my sufferings.
