After an exhaustive restless night of sleeplessness and pain, the old man drags his breathless lifeless corps out of a sunken bed of jagged shards of thorny rocky glass and steel, as the classical music plays and unable to yet see he drags his corps across the floor to prepare his coffee, as his hands shake and tremble he pours in the water and counts the scoops of grind and after fumbling he manages to plug in the percolator, as the coffee begins to perc he shuffles off to the toilet where his bowels bellow out in a hungerous rage, in the mirror the old man stares blankly into the abyss as his reflection shows his disheveled hair and beard, to tired to care he stumbles back to his bed, where he struggles to pull on his socks and pants, he slips on his slippers and pours a cup of coffee and gently packs scraps of tobacco into his pipe, he steps out the door as the sun begins to rise the air mild and moist, and as the world begins to wake not a soul takes care for the hellish plight of life the old man is forced to endure yet again;
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