Micolus the Colossus

I come back, just like nothing. I step down, just like fucking nothing. And I ask myself, as predicted by the great above: What the fuck, what was that shit worth, anyway.

I hate Tomorrow. I fucking loathe tomorrow; why does it have to be there, fucking everything up?

You see, children, the awareness of the future, is what slows down time and creates anxiety. The constant fucking worrying about the tomorrow, is what takes pleasure from today. And I wonder, really, what the fuck was it all worth? Happiness is just the absence of pain -  and of feelings

Anyway, so back to work for another week or two, depending on how things work out. And I do have a lot of work to do, so it's not going to be a trip in the park. Just knowing how much shit lies ahead before the next break makes me nauseous. But alright, this I've learned: Acquire control over the dance, and steer it into the right direction. Coherent happiness is greater than chaos.

Sometimes

I don't know what the problem is really, everything seems to be going fine. Just that, though, fine...

fine fine fine

fuck fine