old man yapping

hes cool

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUHtNjSj1U0 consider the following

2:00 am- Wake up

2.05am-Cold shower

2.15am-breakfast,almonds, breast milk bought off Facebook, 50mg adderall

2:30am- begin workout,incline bench 2 plates,12x12 with 30 seconds of rest, no warmup.

2:45am-edging,4hrs (for disipline)

6:45am-cold shower

7:00am-begin sprint to work

8:00am-arrive at work

8:05am-get called into boss' office

8:06am-get fired from job for "repeated inappropriate comments" and "predatory behaviour"

8:10am-sprint back home

9:10am- lunch-raw cod, berries foraged on the way home, small pebbles (for digestion),50mg of adderal

9:10am-edging(as punishment)

3:00pm- bed time

He's real. Don't get it twisted. The world rounds about the circles where the equilibrium meets the inner quadrillion pieces of dust. They are buried under the ground. A tale of truth. What is there to seek when the treasure isn't there? This man walks. The ground shakes. The trees fear this man. The equilibrium velocity spins faster because of the speed of this man. Lost in thoughts, the desks glazed with wood are not real on the insides. The pathogenic triumph people find from being at that desk. It's not real. That feeling is for men to fear.

It's not real. Yet we stand in front of an entire giant. Trembling at the thought of it smashing its hands against ours. Bouncing him back. He trembles. His knees slowly start to give up. He falls to the ground. Yet only a thought he got bounced back. These are the real victories this man looks for. It's what makes him real. He faced a giant. Yet the mean nothing. He's a man who can be only described as an empty frame waiting to put up his entire picture. His potential. Wow, I realise I was talking about myself this entire time. Seriously this man is also real. Don't get it twisted.