We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
The coldest story ever told
I'm a superstitious person. My day depends on which lift arrives first when I press the button and my decisions lie upon whether the last count of a song is an odd or even number. And it's the same all the same all the same, I can't rid myself of habits as old as these. You're too good to be blamed on superstitions, coincidences, fates, kismet, destinies. They're the same all the same, all the same. Be that as it may, there's something different. I can't say, otherwise it'll stop being different. I'm a superstitious person.
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I must stop sleeping so late. (returns to own planet)
11:38:00 PM because I say so