captainballs
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How much longer could this go on? The never-ending drudgery. Waking up an hour before the alarm – only two hours after having successfully shut one’s eyes – in an instinctual effort to prepare for the mindlessness awaiting him at the production warehouse. The alarm ringing needlessly as a nervous reminder that the night’s build-up of phlegm in Stewart’s throat was about to activate his gag reflex and force his empty stomach to eject burning bile through his esophagus. The commotion within prompted the day’s first exercise of frightful heaving, gagging, and snotting. Then came the tears, which were either a consequence of a digestive system chronically angry at its owner or, equally likely, a product of Stewart recognizing the tiresome, tortuous flickering of his dilapidated soul.
How cruel it was for his professors to introduce him to idealism, forcing thoughts of infinite growth and betterment into his subconscious? A profound cynicism must be the ultimate goal of this deliberate atmosphere, as students are shown the brightest light without realizing that they would be given the errand of shining it themselves from the inside of a black hole.
How cruel it was for his professors to introduce him to idealism, forcing thoughts of infinite growth and betterment into his subconscious? A profound cynicism must be the ultimate goal of this deliberate atmosphere, as students are shown the brightest light without realizing that they would be given the errand of shining it themselves from the inside of a black hole.
