At 9:00, things happen.
Some go to bed,
some start a party,
some cook dinner.
As for me,
I HATE 9:00
I hate this time because it means
my routine.
In my routine,
I have to avoid the news.
I have to go between a split second between
the last show and the one commercial after it.
If I miss 9:00,
if I accidentally let it pass,
it means for me
another beating.
Another night of restricted sleep.
Another night of senseless ignorance.
9:00,
its cursed.
Don't let the time
come back to 9.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
At 9:00, things happen.
Some go to bed,
some start a party,
some cook dinner.
As for me,
I HATE 9:00
I hate this time because it means
my routine.
In my routine,
I have to avoid the news.
I have to go between a split second between
the last show and the one commercial after it.
If I miss 9:00,
if I accidentally let it pass,
it means for me
another beating.
Another night of restricted sleep.
Another night of senseless ignorance.
9:00,
its cursed.
Don't let the time
come back to 9.
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