Retardo

Cleaving through the dusty library the bald man sieves through the ancient decaying books murmuring to himself about the lack of care. As if he cared for books any more than the guy down the road who owned the pizza place that made really nice pepporini and had free delivery but all that was required was a reason to complain. Not even a reason but just an excuse. The stangnant air within the library smelt of the smell you usually have in a library that of paper. The kind of smell that comes close to being the smell you smell when you get those nice fresh new notes for eidii. But of course then you have just spent a month without food in the morning which only just results in you eating lots of food as soon as you can and ending up with a tummy ache. Which is not nearly as bad as digesting a worm that somehow got into your lemon soda which you had a slight hunch was going to happen as your particular vendor did not seem to have that many customers but you being a lazy ass went to the nearest one. Even the suprisingly nice pepsi soda that he handed out was not worth the worm. The man adjusts his glasses and restarts his search for the second trilogy of kilburn rumoured to have been written when kilburn was still sane. Not that insanity really took much away from the man.
Go away. There is a reason you're finding this hard to read!