PFFT PFFT PFFT.


hm. Feelin' pretty depressed right now, for various reasons. I'm feeling irksome, bored, sad, frustrated. Where on earth is my artistic streak. Where is my favourite pair of pants. Where is home, exactly.


Home's where the heart is. Read previous post.
But I don't want home to be where the heart is.
daah. All that might change when virtual turns real, anyway. I don't know whether to anticipate or fear.


And, why can't I blog on failedpessimist. GAHGAHGAHGAH.


I haven't written anything in ages, i.e. poems, stories etc.


And I want my other blog back.


And I-I-


I want it to be Christmas again!


And I-I-


I want to diiiie!


Nuh. No.
Shut up, idjit.


(me)


Some say eat or be eaten
some say live and let live


Nothing's wrong, actually. Nothing's right either.
This is where I disagree with Socrates.
There isn't a definite right or wrong, man.


by the wayside
and some of us soar to the sky
and some of us sail through our troubles
and some have to live with the scars


far too much to take in here
more to find than can ever be found


keeps great and small on the endless round.


it's the wheel of fortune
leap of faith
band of hope
till we find our place
on the path unwinding
in the circle
the circle of life
IT'S THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE


-


and she'd tell me a story
it always was about a princess in distress and how a guy would save her
end up with the glory


fairy tales aren't for me