The document describes someone who is extremely bored and restless when they have nothing to do. Their body is experiencing strange physical reactions like their eyes popping out, hair standing up like lightning bolts, sweat pouring down in cyclonic frenzy, and their stomach violently puking foul matter. Their mind is also experiencing bizarre thoughts like hearing nonexistent sounds and their fingers scribbling incoherent literature in the sand. They conclude that this must be a similar experience to what their friends feel when they too have nothing to do.

1. DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO
My eyes popped out in overwhelming exasperation; my sockets dancing restlessly on
the floor,
My lips distorted themselves to incomprehensibly horrendous contours; biting
themselves satanically as the moon blossomed to a perilously sinister glow,
My hair stood up like thunderbolts of stringent electricity; blazing fireballs of
despondency towards the sky,
My fists curled into an insurmountably formidable punch; aching to thunderously
batter arid wisps of breeze painstakingly blowing around,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my
friends; when we just don’t have; anything to do.
My sweat dribbled down in cyclonic frenzy; proliferating by the unfurling minute;
into fathomless oceans clashing against the walls of nothingness,
My teeth locked themselves in an immortally peevish embrace; chattering countless
times in an indefatigable search for spurious solace,
My skin developed boundless goose bumps of profound disdain; shivering incessantly
in the inexplicable trauma lingering in placid air,
My ears heard a volley of sounds which were entirely non-existent; kept inexorably
iterating tunes which hovered countless feet beneath the graves,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my
friends; when we just don’t have; anything to do.
My yawn reverberated more diabolically than the demons; as I tossed unrelentingly
on my lackadaisically strewn four poster bed,
My shadow fluttered miserably in the domains of hell; shrinking its robust
proportions to more inconspicuous than an ant; in its quest for treading on the
unexplored,
My eyelashes withered ferociously towards unruly soil; wanting to rejuvenate
themselves thoroughly in the fabulously rain soaked mud,
My throat blurted a myriad of obnoxiously hoarse tunes; permeating through the
realms of normalcy with its relentlessly hysterical shrieking,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my
friends; when we just don’t have; anything to do.
My stomach belligerently puked out foul matter from the inner most recesses of my
intestines; contracting to as thin as an infinitesimal whisker; struck by body blows of
mind-boggling desperation,
My fingers scribbled an unfathomable battalion of nonchalantly incoherent literature;
swished menacingly to emboss the most hideously invidious forms in loose sand,

2. My neck swirled in infinite directions as the clock ticked; profusely confused by the
happenings that unleashed themselves in the surrounding,
My heart sank all its beats in my acrimoniously pointed boots; my breath and soul
searched frantically for the paths on which the Sun austerely shone in its fiercely
flamboyant shine,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same as that besieging you my
friends; when we just don’t have; anything to do.