gentlemen, things got over the top

I walk & walk, I go out with a fake aim in mind, with zemfira (спасибо) in my earphones, with or without a cigarette.
I prefer the 'with' option, though.
summertime gave me five kilos, so I steer clear of the bakery and I use Excel to count how many calories a fruit candy has. (it's eight.)
I watch a few threads reaching the zenith – the zenith of their energetic efficiency, the zenith of my resilience. the wall. thanks but no thanks. as usually, the future image without them seems scary. but that ain't a reason good enough to keep the monster by my side.
occasional smoke is just enough to me.