" plan on not having a plan "

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you start to think about what is really important for you to accomplish throughout the day. is it getting some sort of work done, is it writing a passage of fictional text, or is it merely the act of getting out of bed?

the world outside awaits like a ripened fruit waiting to be plucked; the fickle grasp of gravity eagerly taunting it's plump form. there are quite possibly a thousand different things you could do tomorrow when you actually arise from slumberland.

where will you go?

what is the game plan?

is there any point to wasting time?

more and more these days i feel the dire need to do something personally accomplishing. it doesn't have to be something of a particular physical size or anything that needs to be measured by length of text or weight of by-product. it merely has to be parallel to the personal interests of my version of the game plan.

and this is wherein lies the crux of being in a box of strange and confusing work-ness. everyday is an adventure of some sort, and an ultimate exercise in patience, tolerance, and self-restraint. i mean, i don't want to pimp-slap anybody during the day, or night for that matter, but i would. you just have to be doing something helpful, or positive, or forwarding for yourself and for others.

in this manner, all of us can benefit as a global community, based purely on our smallest actions. it's a beautiful utopian thought. tomorrow however, i'm going to wake up late, eat horribly delicious and sumptuous foods, buy stuff at the weekend market that i don't need, and basically lounge the day away.

i guess what i'm asking of you guys is to hook me up with a small favor and work extra hard in changing the world for the better tomorrow. can ya swing that for me? word em up.

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