Here I sit, staring at the rectangular lights upon my desktop. Fingers moving in a robotic manner. "Tap, tap, tap..." Unwilling to compensate thoughts for sleep. Unwilling to compensate thoughts for progress. Within the vicinity of my apartment, I continue to rot as maggots crawl in and out of the wounds of my cadaver. I fester and release an uncurable plague upon those who cross my path. If the fear does not hit you, if it is not enough to cause you to sweat, begin your sickness, or even vomit... Perhaps you should approach me if you think you are 'fearless'; perhaps you should learn to give up before your fallacy hits you in the face like a solid concrete brick wall laying in the middle of a walkway. What are you willing to give? Is it time? Is it effort? Is it blood? Is it pride? Is it money? Is it sweat? Is it your life? You cannot win.
Bored, nothing like a couple seconds of creative writing. I really need a faster computer, I want to play new games with the highest settings and no lag.
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