Qiuet contemplation breeds boredom twiddling my thumbs slapping my thigh make popping sounds with my tongue wriggle and fidget like a kid on a sugar high green cordial addiction being quiet something I was never very good at too much activity in my body my mind fingers just won't stop moving tapping a beat on the keyboard as the jibberish infects the screen nothing to say because there's no one to listen quiet contemplation breeds boredom....
Reason for writing:
Yes I know..It's an all time low...I'M BORED DAMN IT!!!!!!What more do you need as an explanation for claptrap!!!!!
Birth sign: Scorpio
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