I seem to be suffering from some sort of bloggers block - or some general lack of a muse(s). Save last night it has been a while since I have been here - what was once more favourite place. my sanctuary, my creative hot spot ; my respite from the humdrum. By usual suspects for blogging have seem to have taken a hiatus with out so much as a note to me - before my thoughts would keep me awake and beg that those thoughts be vomited on this page; but of late I lay awake with random, meaningless thoughts bouncing around the corners of my mind - unworthy of the effort to roll off my bed and log on to drive one stroke.
My gosh I have not had one experience in the last few months which just begged for me to put pen to paper - what the hell is this?
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, June 22, 2011
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