Boredom. Deus ex machina and I.

Rather then on the nature of boredom, which gets a fast google above hundred results for, speculates I concentrates on my boredom and from why it like that be should. Good job? Examination. Well-being paying? Examination. Bored? Examination. Itself force to settle something work which became lay? Examination. The only rescuer is the thought, which somewhat wrongly it can go even it is your job to examine whether this does not arise. The tendency crept over the entire floor, the cross crew discontent, swept above in zephyr of discontent. Is there a dissolution? Probably not. Can you read this? Probably not. It is straight somehow bored wordplay.