After a sleepless night wrought with pain and restlessness the old man drags his stiff breathless lifeless corpse out of a sunken bed of jagged shards of thorny steel, unable to yet see as the classical music plays he scrapes himself across the floor to prepare his coffee, as his hands tremble and shake he pours in the water counts the scoops of grind and after fumbling he manages to plug in the percolator, as his coffee begins to perc he shuffles off to the toilet where his bowels bellow out in a hungerous rage, in the mirror the blank gaze into the abyss reflects his exhaustion and his disheveled hair and beard, struggling he manages to slightly tame it, stumbling back to his bed he struggles to pull on his socks pants and boots, he pours a cup of coffee and gently packs his pipe with scraps of tobacco, he stumbles out the door, the morning is dark thunder in the distance, the air is moist and mild as the world begins to wake not a soul cares for the turmoil and plight of a hellish life the old man is forced to endure yet another day;

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