agony.
Being a maniac at the age of 24 with lot of books to read with no women to talk. Can’t talk with the women I love. like hell she doesn’t love me because I am insane, as to it she doesn’t know that being insane is purely sane because of the shit which she can’t understand (yeah, only writers know that, I have an inbuilt ability to detect crap) and she isn’t a writer so she doesn’t know it. And the worst having a nightmare of not having sex for 50years straight with no prostitute ever wanting you or the semen of yours dying to make its way to an egg with a pimpled face, beard thick enough to cover the innocence. Neighbor poking in my ass to get married and have sex and a healthy life with great responsibilities irrespective of my wanting to fuck his wife with her belly upside down on a soft mattress with a voice enough to break the silence of the streets with dogs barking and the most possible worst is yet to come with waking of my dull soul struck in this mad asylum full with insensitive people with life giving philosophies and money getting cringe.
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