I should be sleeping, I know, but your name was mentioned and I could not say that this was just a blog I once knew - like some of the tryst who have occupied my thoughts, sated my desire and left my life leaving nothing but a vapour, a hint of having touched my life - significantly or otherwise. "The Sheep_SLU", my sanctuary, my therapist, my outlet for the twisted thoughts that torture my mind - I could not dismiss you as merely something to do - a disposable pleasure - a timely distraction, no, to me you mean more than that - and so I return albeit briefly, to the clacking of keys , the letters strung together birthing words, words delivering sentences, sentences growing to an expression of thought.
Yes short, but sweet, it feels good to see my inside spill over onto this screen. I'll be back before long, before you have time to miss my stroking.
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.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
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