I lay naked in my bed.
The sun shines on my hairy exposed pale flesh through a few clouds. It's Sunday, no work, roommate gone. The fan is gently blowing wind into my buttcrack. It rained a while ago, so it's not too hot. 25 degrees Celsius. Listening to Bizet for the last 40 minutes. Don't feel like getting up even to piss. I'm bored, but at the same time it's so tranquil and peaceful. Why can't it always be like this bros? Why do I have to work to enjoy a moment like this once a week? Why can't I just have my own apartment without having to interact with other humans? I either have to live alone and be a wagie and suffer slavery or be a NEET, but suffer my parents. My mother constantly berates me at home, to clean this, wipe that, to throw out the trash, to wash the dishes, to go buy something. I hate the fact that I can't just exist like this for eternity, like a lazy rotting aristocrat lying in my bed until my last hour.
I went to a forest yesterday and there we so many mosquitoes there. They swarmed me and sucked my blood. I had a strong allergic reaction to all the pollen. My legs were scraped by branches and poison ivy and later by the crops as I had to escape the forest via a field, because I'm retarded and got lost. It scarred my legs and they were so itchy I scratched them to blood, same as with my arms as they itch from sweat and allergies. Fuck Varg and his bullshit. Nature is hell. Civilization is great, comfort is great. I would rather die than to return into the woods.
You'll never guess what Varg and the Unabomber have in common
Varg is more of a breeder than a crab.
They are murderers, though at least the former had the decency to take out a fellow metal degenerate instead of innocents.