On Laziness (A Pointless Post)

There is glamour in laziness. It’s a kind of glimmering in the eye accompanied by lithe movements; like a Southern Georgia drawl, it is only possible to attain after years of indolence in the absence of worry. You cannot summon it; it must descend on you like lacy film. I feel rich in these moments, …

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