A brown dilapidated robe

A brown dilapidated robe taken off an old woman who robbed the dead, pulling their last hair.

With the calculations of eternal life
I'm tired of working, these half hours don't end.
And they'll last until tonight and tomorrow they'll last too.
When will it end is the key question.

Why do you want time that you can't find something to do,
that you enjoy?
If you haven't found something you like, you've only got something you don't like.
That's logic.
I don't like that either.
drown in your dreary melancholy.

I hope it's some kind of fruit juice.
I need to buy absinthe.
One would think you'd have too much presence,
To dilute it.
Any mood should be aggravated.
I plan to wait it out.

Yes, oh Jesus God, “her thought crawled like a giant octopus along the bottom, groping for every grain of sand.
And his thought was laid out like hot coals on the timbers, igniting them.”
Compact, that is.
My thought is like “tossing up a burnt-out spark.”
It's not yours.
I'm a compiler.
Yeah, plagiarizer.
Okay, “like gray ash.”
Don't steal from thieves, tell it like it is.

I don't have time for this. This boring piece of work seems to never end, this day never ends and this life never ends.
What? What does that sound like?
Well, it's a kind of extreme exertionalism and death wish.
Thank you, Doctor, but I'm not satisfied with such a primitive answer.
Blue velvet?

You're a plagiarizer yourself. And I know where this stuff was stolen from and I'm gonna tell everyone.

I'm kidding, we're on the top floor of Rossemon Temple and we'll take all the dead people's hair and sell it. And we'll steal the old woman's old brown kimono and sell that too.
You shouldn't have scratched your “am I entitled or not?” zit on the porch.
 
and the  filmmaker lied, that wasn't the original answer. But what can you take away from that? He was a humanitarian.
And I'm only a humanist on Tuesdays.

Immigrant problems;
The problems of combatants;
Problems of lack and overabundance;
Cats have problems of their own.
The problems of the green are blue,
And the problems of the blue are green.
Whose are yours?