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I myself sick, I turned into an idiot. Mom was right: a little while, and I eat for lunch hay.

With banks it is good to look at rowers.

Tired of lying and idleness, idly looking out the window.
Fly week after week - you, but still.
Something to think- just a burden; you are young, whole life ahead...
Wasted killing time, ever years look.
The moment will come, and thou shalt see, and with wild horror will understand
Every year you get older - and the clock will not turn off.


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I was absorbed in his favorite pastime - blissful idleness.

He in the Committee on utaplivanie pavement.

Nothing to do
Sit around at home
Nothing to do
Stare at the walls
Stare at each other
Wait til we die
Probably come to die in this town
Live here my whole life
There's Kerosene around
Something to do
There's Kerosene around
Find something to do
There's Kerosene around
She's something to do
There's Kerosene
Set me on fire... Kerosene.
KEROSENE
SET ME ON FIRE
Nothing to do...
Sitting at home
Doing nothing
Staring at the wall
Look at each other,
Waiting for death.
I guess we're gonna die in this town...
've lived here all my life...
Circle splashed kerosene.
To do something...
Circle splashed kerosene.
Find something to do.
A circle of splashed oil.
She's got better things to do.
Kerosene...
Burn me! Kerosene!
KEROSENE!
BURN ME!

- Have you got no ambition in life? Do something, you can cattle to steal, to Rob stagecoaches. Well, at least to play cards. Do something!
- Once! Idleness takes so much time...

Finally an old black woman could afford what for so long dreamed of - idleness. All day long sat by the window, the shade and fanned his fat face with a fan made of ostrich feathers. Walked around the room just to hear the jingle of her beads and bracelets. Sometimes wondered, asking the spirits of Orishas, will prevent anything of her happiness. Cowrie shells for weeks was silent, until he predicted the betrayal.

And strength was not because he did not have a particular desire, and the torment was that he searched in vain for the desire. He couldn't force himself to reach out to the lamp to turn on the light. It seemed to him inconceivable miracle this simple transition from intention to implementation. Nothing graced his colorless melancholy, thoughts crept without communication, heart beating quietly, linen pesky stuck to the body.

Returning home, he tried to read, but what was in the book, seemed to him so strange and inappropriate that he abandoned her in the middle of the subordinate clause. He was found what he called "the scattering will." He sat motionless in front of the Desk and
couldn't decide what to do: to change the position of the body, whether to stand up to go wash my hands, open the box, which was a cloudy day had passed into twilight...

Idleness is the holiday of fools.
Idleness is the holiday of fools.

Bother dealing with idleness, and live a century with fun.

Idleness - the best of the lessons, sorry to have to give it up on vacation, when the main thing is to find at least something to do.

Absolute idleness the human brain can bear no more than 72 hours.