Friday, July 14, 2006
it's one of those days.
I think I like to be in control, by allowing myself to be controlled by the mediums I choose, and I think that sets me 'free'. Does that make sense? I mean, look at the number of operas / music / books / food that I devour! But if I'm currently being controlled, the relinquishing of whatever right I had to be in control counts for naught, because I'm no longer in control. Deception lies naked somewhere in the above paragraphs, can you discern the turning point? Assuming that it's only one, and not two, or three, or even four? Come now, my hysteric pretties, in the search for your personal intangibles - let's stampede the world away!
she procrastinated @ 13:19 |
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