jaded and cynical

i was sitting in front of a gigantic twenty seven inch tv one morning, before heading out to have a lunch with a mysterious sorceress, a rare breed in the north. i had two donuts, one glazed and one glace au chocolat, and twenty two ounce of dark colombian coffee. a magical pair of black buds pumps sonic energy and nostalgia right into my limbic system. as i hid in this window-less cave underneath pseudo-neogothic fortress, i felt that this world is rather lazy and she is too hazy. glazing blankly at white and green alphabets on a black screen, i witnessed my office to shift its angle rapidly, yet sluggishly. hundreds letter-sized papers with illegible greek and latin letters on my desk turned their corners, just to let me be aware that what life this is. another seemingly mundane event.