On The Couch Surrounded by Eaten Fruits.
The cats which reside within the confines of the house I've known since I could walk, seem neither upset nor dissatisfied with their predicament. An endless route only endless in it's looping as the routine goes about the same form as the route as though they are brothers or at least cousins.
I am not as illiterate or naive as my feline decor though, and with the knowledge of more comes an unquenchable urge to be in the forefront, viewing every possible angle from, well, every possible angle. As of late the bastards of time management have been playing their training videos on the top floor on my apartment complex in complete darkness. They have plugged into the one wall socket that carries a viable current and are utilizing it for nonsensical dribble.
A video portrayed as teaching, though nothing you couldn't have learned simply by your own common sense is contained within its filmy structure. I am forced to view the horrendous scene with my eyes slightly glazed, vividly imagining all of my rather-be-doings while the poorly constructed motion picture whizzes by my face at an incomprehensibly slow rate.
It is at times like these that I often find my self nodding out of the real world and taking leave to a place a bit less drab. A bit less unholy in the sense that if there was a 'god', I'm fairly certain this is not how he would recommend I spend the eighty bucks he lent me.
Things seldom go as planned, but until I can find a way to unplug this cordless television set, i'm going to be stuck watching this wretched mess as my only source of entertainment. And we have to remain entertained, right?
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