Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice instal the new version for windows

Back to the poem he was trying to write, he has picked the title, that is what he always does, pick a great title, and then that jump starts his imagination. The conversation is over, he made a promise he probably can’t keep. While she is talking he thinks about his mental state, he thinks of his own self-imposed isolation. He has to consciously remember all the social niceties and that kind of catches him off-guard. He puts out his cigarette, gets up and opens the door, the air in his studio is blue with smoke. There is a knock on the door, it is her of course.

He now needs it as an escape from the pain of existing as a being that has is unfortunately conscious of his own finitude. Or maybe the comment moderator is a lonely poet who is sitting in silence in his studio trying to write yet another poem, the days in which his poems were an avenue for expression feelings of joy and sadness are long gone, instead he uses his poems to escape a reality too uncomfortable, one which he find himself alienated from almost all human beings he interacts with regularly, well except for the shopkeeper who sells him cigarettes, that reminds him, he lights one, takes a big drag, in the silence you can hear the cigarette burning bright, then he reaches to pour a little bit bourbon, hesitates, it is lunchtime so its OK as he swallows the cheap liquor he thinks to himself: “for being so fucking ‘artistic’ I don’t get laid enough”.

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice instal the new version for windows