I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by tiredness.

Something like that.

I'm so tired I don't even know what "generation" is supposed to be "mine." I do know that the closer I get to final eternity, the less interested I become in the imaginary rewards thereof, and the more tired I become of seeing young men in the prime of life getting all worked up about stuff like somebody "dissing" their tired form of madness consisting of imaginary virgins to die for that await them in their hellish "paradise." (I suppose the younger you die, the less Viagra you need up there in such sickeningly heavenly hellholes.)

I am so damned tired of being logical in the face of tired insanity that I have no choice but to continue my tired and insane logic in the face of tired and illogical insanity. But what could be more tiredly insane than the persistence of logic in the face of emotion?

Eternity? Spare me. I'd do almost anything to avoid having to spend eternity in the company of people like this:

Only a third cup of coffee could stifle my hellish yawn.

Offended insensitive sensitivities overwhelm the senses with tiredness.

See?

Tiredness of senses leads to the sense that makes no sense.

MORE: "...an entire generation of today's intellectuals had their psyches shaped by... intimidation."

Um, yeah! I guess I did say that. Yawning is hell.