DOOH!*whispering* Don't look now, but that pasty loser boredom is here.
You can always find him waiting, hanging in the silence of empty rooms.
To acknowledge him is to sink into vacancy where the real is shattered
and its pieces spread out until you exist without thought or desire.
Quick, turn on some music - let it become an extension of yourself.
Dance and recreate fun - before you are struck helpless.
Tell him jokes and he'll leave..
"I thought the neighbors were nice people - then they went and put a password on their wi-fi."
"A lot of people cry when they slice onions - the trick is not to get emotionally attached."
"There's a new restaurant called Karma - no menu - you just get what you deserve."
Oh, look, he's gone =]
*still dancing*
' 'There's a new restaurant called Karma - no menu - you just get what you deserve.' ' When the waiter came to serve me in Karma, he 'showed me the door', saying 'Your deserve nothing.' ; (
In high school this used to be said about 'Poor Bri': 'Tell him jokes and he'll leave..' Of course 'it' never worked. bri : ) (I'm kidding)
AND..'pastily adv ˈpastiness n pasty (ˈpæstɪ) n, pl pasties (Cookery) a round of pastry folded over a filling of meat, vegetables, etc: Cornish pasty.'
pasty (ˈpeɪstɪ) adj, pastier or pastiest 1. of or like the colour, texture, etc, of paste 2. (esp of the complexion) pale or unhealthy-looking n, pl pasties (Clothing & Fashion) either one of a pair of small round coverings for the nipples used by striptease dancers' ˈ
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I would like to translate this poem
Sum of funny moments Well spending the lockdown Though boredom.....
You got this one EXACTLY right!