..marvel, blabber, warble, babble.. under a solstice moon.
...Oh and since when did Irony become just?
...all the world is a stage, as per Shakespeare. Thus, not all isn't as true as what it seem. We get the truth the way we perceive it. We pad it if it blows hard; We sweeten it if it bitters.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Wish I Could do an O_O_B_E!!!
If I were to float around town like an ectoplasm, would I feel the same damned feeling I get when I feel so helpless with getting things I really want? Would an ectoplasm feel this left out and lonely despite being amidst a throng of people....
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