Refraction (Second Year Depressed Optometry Student) 2012

What can a human do to see this life through? Pass in the last on that ass? Fast cash weighs nigh, banking on a certain high. Mortify the populous among us. Cuss at the young folk as they take a poke at old school who rules a more saved society than misbehaved where no one shaves. Lying with the other animals amid cannibals; Tarantulas sting one another; feel the thunder of the fierce storm out amid the mighty seas. Frees my soul to never have control of this existence; penance of another credence. Pace myself to a sullen walk? Not when I can run; not sulk, have some fun under the Beautiful Son! Forgive the pun as the one gets another history from the commentary, signatories of the dormitories of such vile hostiles. Miles of roads need to be piled, weakened from these very steps. What? I bought the whole story of misery; past the days of our history. Time to stride, glide to another level; live like an extraterrestrial which I surely am; spam popping up on the computer screen as I lean into another altered state; a very lovely fate. My visual acuity corrected to Beautiful; left behind the blurred, myopic and astigmatic hate.