Brown Study

Twenty-four seven completes with only twenty-four hours of sleep. I am up against the wall. All day on my feet. Pacing the halls. I stop to brush my teeth. A day without stupor does not defeat me. Anybody knows that the world is gone to another way. Anybody knows that the world is wrong to change the norms of our creator. Inertness finds me often. I am shock that I can control my inner being. Formed from the lack of time, I sometimes close my eyes to unwind. This workaholic environment is chaotic. When it is time to relax, I deny myself. I am that person aforementioned. Anybody knows that the world is gone to a different way. Anybody knows that the world is wronged to change the norms of their creator. To pattern my euphoria, I add an eight day. Another twenty-four hours of relaxation. Where I overachieve… This day is called Type A and is only for me. If I am to be relieved, I must not aggrieve. Anybody knows that the world is gone to another way. Anybody knows that the world is wrong to change the norms of our creator. Asleep and dreams do form. I am the leader of my kingdom. No conflict do I have. I will return to these reveries were I left. The sun is shining bright and my time is of the essence. Anybody knows that the world is gone to a different way. Anybody knows that the world is wronged to change the norms of their creator. In accordance, we are in a state of serious absorption as an abstracted dictator. ______________________________________________________________| Scribed June 23, 2015!