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It's only just Thursday and I'm all ready to call it a week and celebrate with some doom metal and a glass of cognac, sitting in cold darkness with a head blanker than a lobotomized brain and vacant immediate prospects.
The fact that the now and the next is always teeming with activities, blurring steadfastness and brisk exactitude there are times when your moments need to be absolutely uninhabited, untenanted, vagrant and loitering..those moods I aim for, yearn and even demand from life if not expect.

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It was only today that I was complaining about not having newspapers and in fact almost contemplated asking my neighbours for some because, well, there are times when my pets tend to throw up and it's during moments of such duress that I need newspapers and that's precisely when I don't have them, because papers are good for the preliminary cleanse which can then be followed up by mopping and disinfectant wiping and having stripped my house of almost everything useless, as in which I realized I don't have much use for and decluttering it with a vengeance I have not a single nonessential newspaper just loitering about that I could use for such instances which happened yesterday.
I mean I could use a tissue paper, but would you use an ink dropper to empty a bucket? I could use kitchen towels but that's such dreadful waste.
So yes, don't be a hoarder but a bit of clutter can be saved for a rainy day; just stash it away someplace it can't be seen. 

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Every minute, with each refresh I need to read something new, something more, the greed is strong, the need never ends, the desires mounting conquering my weak-willed sanity.

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In symmetry
in cemetery,
there's conformity
arrangement, harmony
rhythming parity