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.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Drunk tales.
Precariously perched on the edge of resignation, at an instances of flared tempers. Indecisive in matters of the heart and matters of the loins. Confused by words said in moments of passion, passion swings both ways.
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