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Thursday, June 5th, 2008I somewhat feel that I’ve been a little dishonest of late.
I don’t write as passionately as I used to. I don’t take pains in every word, every punctuation, every flow. The wordsthoughtstrains are, more often than not, stationed at Point A without much of anything else to fuel it on the tracks. All conductors are too drunk and tired to care.
The tiny space in between my eyes are now super preoccupied by budgets, billboards, magazine ads, events, parties, anyothercrap. Just too tired to even think of anything heavier than what to eat for dinner after work. (I even delegated that to MrBf to decide for me)
I guess, this is it.
No more belly with fire.
This is me. Disconnected. Unaffectionate. Hentai Hallucinating.
