I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
It start
First major fete for the season - Just 4 Fun cooler fete; OMG it was the bomb. Once again it's here carnival, that time when you see people you only see at that time of the year, that time when you get high from inhalation of the atmosphere. The count down continues - the bachannal is here. Damn I love it.
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