Cromequaz©

Lagging days. They come, scream and wail, and then go on to annoy others. To me, all days lag in some way. Sorry to be negative, but really.

Right now I'm on break. But a break from what? It still lags. Makes my eyes lag, my brain, my senses. All together they form a lagging sack of pure TIRED

New goals. They come, whine and beg, and then go on to pester other people. To me, all goals are made to be executed, or flunked. Sorry to be frank, but really.

Right now I'm on break, supposedly from goals. But on a break from what? With out goals, I'm screwed. But with goals, I pound myself and pound and sack my self. All together forming either a chunk of accomplishment, or a melted taffee of sad.


My new goal; goals.