My mind hosts a mountain pile of unsorted information. I am with ambition, but without direction. When feeling tempted to comment, a non-contributor of life should just desist. The fat in my thighs need to be reduced. A UFO zooms by outside the window. Bee maybe. Twang twang twang. Vrmmmmmmm…. goes the grass cutter.
An upright strip of tissue quivers in the wind blown from a table fan standing on the floor.
A company vehicle parked before an obscured roundabout.
The culprit. I desist from commenting on his stupid grin.
Banging my head to this.
Okay this is ridiculous. I’m procrastinating.
Time to grade heavily plagiarized English essays.