Wherein I lift significant lines from songs my iPot has played in empathy with this week’s state of mind, and I get to write a poorly written sentence beginning with “wherein”! Henceforth, in escalating histrionic self-drama:“I don’t know why I… Read More ›
Month: February 2013
Schizoid
A couple of days ago I’ve bought an extremely cheap pair of rubber shoes and ran/walk along Roxas all the way to the CCP complex. Surprisingly there were no people anywhere, which I later realized should not have been a… Read More ›
Supposed Former Melancholia Junkie 