Tomorrow is the excuse for everything. Nothing will be done today, it is left to rot and fester in the future of tomorrow. Will tomorrow ever come? Will tomorrow ever be near? Tomorrow has been sold as never, nothing must be done that can't be done tomorrow. What is tomorrow? When is tomorrow? Tomorrow is lost to the lazy excuse of never.
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The Faults of Life
AcakJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
