An Un{en}titled life

Yikes! It's time to denounce

What you ask my friend?

Of every inflicted wound you put on yourself,

Of every fuck ups you ever had,

Of all the world you ever dreamt,

A world that lacks sleep,

A world that lacks a good internet connection,

And finally, lack of sleep.

The world is of no interest to my inner being,

Yet still, I let go and say, "Fuck everything."

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I hope this above poetry explains my current friction against progress. Thank you very much. I would like to add all of that poem is dedicated to my daddy Zahid Hameed who cuts internet and thinks he can get rid of my 21st century generation habits. What a foolish act?! No I don't think stopping time is a good idea. I really do hope this article makes it to internet so later I may know my number one priority is some form of fucking communication. I just don't get why parents think by limiting and doing fuck ups like this, it is me, their own son who they are endangering, not the son of some police officer who deserves cheesecakes slapped unto his mouth every night as a revenge. You know, I pray that time stops and I never get adult. Because if I do, then I fear that something really extraordinary happens. But as I said, I still let go and say, "Fuck everything". As I was walking inside the primary school of my younger sister, I saw a poster that said, "Keep Calm and Teach On". What I ought to apply is this: Keep taking challenges and keep dreaming like a Home Alone kid. Or more accurately, "Keep Calm and Be Home Alone".