quitting time

Death.

My enlistment contract to expire.

The end of modern civilization.

I have no idea!

true love

to be rich

a shower

my fat to melt

The repairman to show up and fix the dishwasher.

on the computer

Living.

Slaving mercilessly for slimy overlords.

Thinking about the futility of my efforts.

Waiting for an idea to come??? ;-}

dreaming of him

keep doing need to do first

sweating

eating

Trying not to sleep.

it will never end

What? Death? Well, shit, that'd be just fine by me!

I'll die lonely and parched at my desk.

I'll have wasted time weighing my own existense.

I will go through life having no idea!

i will die alone

I will have a smaller ego

i will smell

i will be fatter

I will have to wash the dishes by hand.