The pain becomes unbearable far to often, the lack of rest degrades all hope of focus and action, the hunger lingers like the sting of a scorpion, weary of everything while trying to remain open to all is exhausting, sight foggy and dark as aging eyes struggle to see, a body that has been wrought with conflict from the begging of time, the soul broken beyond all repair, searching for respite and care, longing for life beyond existence of suffering and struggling, the days melt into one with no distinction, hours of nothingness steal what is left, movement hindered by weak and stiffened joints, continuing on with each breath seems impossible yet time drags on like nails on a chalk board, the endless despair of disability and poverty wear the nerves like a grindstone on a mill, flashes of light random voices in the night, like a nightmare that never ends here comes the daylight;
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After dragging himself out of bed, the old man wonders why he even laid down, a body in pain, a mattress with no support, stiff from a night of restless broken sleep, he stumbles to his coffee pot as he prepares it his hand shake, as the coffee brews he shuffles off to the toilet as he lowers himself down his body creeks, afterwards he struggles to put on his clothes, his hands are tired and weak, his legs like jelly fight to stand, shuffling to the coffee he spills a little as he fills his cup, he gingerly fills his pipe, grabs his cup and shuffles out the door to see the sun rise, a humid hazy sky offers no hope, the glow of the sun is on the horizon, birds began to chirp, dogs barking roosters crowing, traffic is going as people drive by unaware of his weary sight, a sip of coffee like an old friend settles in, carefully he lights his pipe and takes the first breath of the day, his body in pain his soul in turmoil, tired of it all, the only reality is just like his coffee and pipe soon it will all be gone;
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Across the apparent flourishing landscape lies the despair of a world that lies in death, from drowning rains, and ravaging wars, from plundering of resources to replacing the green with gray, waters that once thrived with life now dry and poisoned, from air so fresh and crisp now thin and void of life, from temperate climates to extreme swings and degrees of heat, when one used to go over the river and through the woods, now go through the ghetto and the cities, ruins of nature and life are all around, birds have become flightless and have no song, the rabbits and squirrels now hunt and feast on mice, the deer would bring their young into the meadows now they wither on the roadside, raccoons would rummage through your trash but now collect it from the parking lots that took their homes, fish would jump in the morning sun but now float dead on the shores, for natures end has come for the folly of man has gone from being king of the world to destroyer of all, greed and power has shackled us all, children starving, veterans die on the streets, the elderly once revered now abandoned, the disabled once cared for now left to suffer, the sick once treated now left for dead, horses once worked the fields and took us around the world now prized commodities that often are mistreated for the glory of greed, dogs once worked and prized by man now roam the streets looking for something to eat, borders once open fostered culture and trade now closed, the existence once had meaning, now reaching the end is the meaning of everything, for if the sun is to rise on the darkness of time, shall our eyes see the destruction of we;
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In the heat of summer, sometimes you just have to go for a swim.
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Wozu braucht man noch #Paypal und Co? Ab Oktober sind #Echtzeitüberweisungen überall verfügbar und kosten nix.
Für mich ist das jetzt nur noch eine Frage der UX, dass die Banken das nutzbar machen. Für so Geschichten wie Geld sammeln für ein Geschenk sollte es möglich sein, schnell Subkonten aufzumachen und auch wieder zu schließen.