Universal

K-Ren

every morning i wake up to the same noise, the one that destroys all my sleeps poise and dreamy ploys. i wake and wash, nothing too posh, a slosh of the sponge in my shining tiled dungeon- vacuuming my jumper on and trouser-wrestling until my testlings are nestling nicely. then, running my way down a flight of stairs and into the kitchen i am itching for some breakfast so i make a quick break for a feast on the least nutritional cereal, and with a most judicial and imperial manner the milk i pour. carpet bombing my cornflakes with the melting white gushing from my palm, i leave some ancient orange juice in a glass and sit as comfortable as i am able at the table. it i devour in half an hour minus ten and then i move to make a lunch with a rake of ham and a lake of ketchup, the recipe is down to a tee, and after a warm cup i choose my apparel, you can tell that i am tethered by the weather, for i plan to wear a heavy and plain raincoat in preparation for the close of the day.

i am soon on my way to the station, a place where weirdos walk like claymation, using the lavatory to make volcanic eruptions of nonsensical noise. others stand on the side of the tracks, willing the train to arrive faster. i suppose that impatience is the social plaster which sticks the scrotal business slicks in their shuffles in the shuffle to work. hours pass in the non-descript scripted day-tedious tutelage in laborious labs- even the fountain, customarily frothing forth in a mountain of water, lies languidly amidst the loquacious talk of passing alumni, its surface partly illuminated by the sulis of the sun. it seems that it is here i will bid happiness in my weary marrow good morrow, wearing the morbid mask of sheer contentment, until finally cut-off from all.

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Wrote this in utter boredom in university, hope you like it.

EileenG

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