“All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages."
All I do is work just enough to still be broke but just enough to have no time for a social life. Any time I do have free... I have no idea what to do with.
The universe works on a math equation that never even ever really ends in the end Infinity spirals out creation we're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying 'We aint sure where you stand you aint machines and you aint land and the plants and the animals, they are linked and the plants and the animals eat each other...'