Its 7.38 in the morning, I should be getting ready for office, instead I'm reading Calvin n Hobbes, rolling a joint and writing a blog. Somehow the bloody ritual of going to office and coming back is killing me, mediocrsy of the endevour and of people otherwise is becoming more and more hideous by the day.
The other day we took a de tour caz there was a traffic jam, we decided to took a kachacha rasta instead only to turn back caz a couple of guys on teh cycle told us "road ahead is very bad", we couldn't see the road all we knew it takes us to the main road in less than 5 minutes. But we turned back. We turned back caz we didn't want to risk it, we were in a bus. I mumbled in mute vocals.
I other day we went for a movie, no one liked and no one wanted, I protested, no one else did, caz we don't want to risk it, a piece died that day. Is it worth?
Do you need to respect teh ones you love? Or are they there only to fill in a void...physically.
I guess it doesn't even matter, nothing really matters
The other day we took a de tour caz there was a traffic jam, we decided to took a kachacha rasta instead only to turn back caz a couple of guys on teh cycle told us "road ahead is very bad", we couldn't see the road all we knew it takes us to the main road in less than 5 minutes. But we turned back. We turned back caz we didn't want to risk it, we were in a bus. I mumbled in mute vocals.
I other day we went for a movie, no one liked and no one wanted, I protested, no one else did, caz we don't want to risk it, a piece died that day. Is it worth?
Do you need to respect teh ones you love? Or are they there only to fill in a void...physically.
I guess it doesn't even matter, nothing really matters
1 comment:
maybe it's a matter of u doing something u don't like....maybe u're someone who wants to travel all over the country by motor biking....something would matter......
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