There are days when you just feel that hours are endless and there's just an endless barrage of semi-intellectual shit that ravages your mind? A question about the future that loops into your subconscious that picks on your very soul.
I have thought long and hard about the future before. Begging Father Time to make life shorter so that I could enjoy the sweetness that ensues after every storm. Now that the philosophical idea of tomorrow has been introduced to The Unintellectual, who's gonna stop me from thinking of the NOW?
I have come to the conclusion that tomorrow works for tomorrow and that today is just today.
And if today is slow, then so be it!
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