The discretions of being start raving drunk...

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The discretions of being drunk or stark raving mad are way too many...>

The world either looks painfully wanting of laughter, beauty, sadness, humour or good food and also lack of sleep. Every single movement of ur colleagues and their talk tends to seem like an exaggerated motion to u,.... such a a vain practice of opening ur mouth n warble it with words, keypads r better as u can irritate n nourish ur brain at the same time with the putter putter sounds... Only music seems to get thru to your system as sounds of some kind seeme to salvage ur mood...> u can smile at every1 like a goofball or simmer at sum1 and fix sum1 wid a glowering look to shut em up.... Ah u can play "god of small ills"> Freaking around n driving altogether acquires a new meanin...> Things slow down I mean really,

s l o w down....

you can actually count the decibals wen sum1 plays music...hwz tht 4 rocket science

> The bed seems to automatically pull u towards its solar plexus where u seem to connect to ur inner soul and this is more than any spa or yog shivir can ever do 4 u... u sleep with the sun on ur face for around 4 hrs and it is the sweetest sleep u hav had in a lon long time...and ur solar plexus with ur inner u smiles a lot and has a happy face wid sleep lidden eyelids...see u just connected wid ur self bigtime.. ur a sleepy old bloomin person....>

Now wind, Wind becomes like this group of ants, that tends to grow on ur happy personality.........until there is an anthill of a dull heavyness in ur head...No wonder drunk ppl make a mountain out of a molehill...>

u feel hungry and wen u do see food u dnt eat much...its like sum laughing baba is inside sayin "nakko re baba, no more food. system shut down"

S Y S T E M S L U M P

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