Life proceeds along at an unhurried pace, ignoring the pleas of the ticking clock.

Life surges ahead, robbing everyone of their precious youth, oblivious to the plaintive cries of vain coxcombs.

I feel that I have literary talent.
Hmm . Do you not agree?
hAHA .

Time is no indication of intelligence, experience is.

Ok. I have no idea what is up with my 'quotish' ways.
Eh .

I'm sick .
So..
What you waiting for?
Be sick!
I want company in my misery .
hAHA .
yes, you are absolutely right!
I am a tyrant.
Since, i demand you be sick, be sick!
Sickliness demands company.

Be sick!
Be sick!
Be sick!
Be sick!
Be sick!
Be sick!
Be sick!

Goal: 10 points and below for L1R5. Absolutely no exceptions. :)
Motivation: Patrick, Patrick and Patrick!

That's my aim .
Make no mistake about it.
There's an alternative to it though .
It will not come into revalation as yet and is just one of my back-up plans .

I can hear dull thuds within me.
Each thud brings forth closure of cells.
All pathogens, parasites, germs, viruses are officially barred.
The brain (central govt) has decreed so.
So, STAY OUT!
All trespassers will be prosecuted.
Troops of marching soldiers (leucocytes AKA phagocytes) are ready to do battle.
They are equipped with the latest technology (phagocytosis) to combat you.

hAHAHA .
You know what?
At this moment, I am feeling enriched with nutrients.
This aids growth and repair of all my cells, esp my brain cells.
It serves as an explanation for my intelligence, eh?