samedi, mars 25, 2006
trying to put off starting work again. but i dont suppose that's possible. seems like there's lots of stuff for monday and tuesday. uh-oh.
and again, if anyone do not realise, this 'blog' will not have normal blog content. or not much. perhaps you might not understand anything, but that's normal. and difficult to explain. fee fi fo fum. blood of an englishman.
do not stand at my grave at weep. i have forgotten the words to sing. i missed the melancholy of yesteryears. feelings, even though sad, even though morbid, ironically, made me alive and aware. i lived. now i work, but i do not live a life as alive, i am not who i can be.
or shall i say that that was me of the old, me long gone, me grown over, and me now too old. so many feelings get lost. perhaps it is time to find new eccentricities to discover.
hello.
i still hate the army.
alive.
trying to put off starting work again. but i dont suppose that's possible. seems like there's lots of stuff for monday and tuesday. uh-oh.
and again, if anyone do not realise, this 'blog' will not have normal blog content. or not much. perhaps you might not understand anything, but that's normal. and difficult to explain. fee fi fo fum. blood of an englishman.
do not stand at my grave at weep. i have forgotten the words to sing. i missed the melancholy of yesteryears. feelings, even though sad, even though morbid, ironically, made me alive and aware. i lived. now i work, but i do not live a life as alive, i am not who i can be.
or shall i say that that was me of the old, me long gone, me grown over, and me now too old. so many feelings get lost. perhaps it is time to find new eccentricities to discover.
hello.
i still hate the army.
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