“Sluggard!” came a cry, followed by a swift kick to the ribs. 

I groaned, rolling less than gracefully to the floor with a thud. 

“Rise! Greet the sun with tireless eyes! What’s a lad of your age doing in bed at this hour?”

My eyes rose from my prone state to meet the most peculiar sight. Tilted precariously on a thin cane of cedar swayed a weathered relic of a man, glaring down at me with utter contempt. Dark eyes peered out from beneath thick, grey brows, expertly posed in a menacing frown, undoubtedly perfected by years of practice. I could only assume this was his permanent expression. 

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I make picture/text post for the latest thing I wrote… stupidly dont save it anywhere, and then I realize I misspelled a word. 

Shit. 

I’ll re-do it tomorrow…

Caution is for the elderly and 
children who know no better, the

distance between their bed and
“dead” to them is just two letters.

Youth is too grand to be rational,
or judge each other’s deeds. The 

only ones who should give a damn
are the parents on their knees. 

So do the sensible thing— throw 
sense into the wind. For the days 

are numbered for all men, and 
every saint has sinned.