The green tea is inertia.
A cigarette would suffice… but that seems feeble.
Health is the marketplace of the vain.
The dreads of suburbia jog the Lego lined pavements.
Designer tracksuits wave freely in the air revealing tanned muscular bodies.
Break them, I must, force feed them a burger.
I feel so unloved I could eat for days.
Or better yet drink.
A toast to me.
My wretched self.
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