This is one depressing city. Grey, mad, sad and fucked up at the best of times. Of course, there ARE nice places, but they're doing their absolute best to tear those down, one by one, day and night (mostly night, because they're sneaky fuckers that way), and every damn day you wake up to find another ruin, another pile of debris, another gap in the universe. We're a sorry lot, that's what we are. I need color, people. I am color. Every fucking day I go to work surrounded by a bunch of lemmings in black or grey suits, wearing the same expression of resentment and resolute exhaustion. I have decided. To the best of my ability, I will soon stop being a corporate fuck. Not that I am that, entirely, because I've stopped believing a long time ago.
Ahh. And it's so good to start seeing colors.
Tuesday 26 April 2011
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- Hormonally Yours
- A bit erratic, a bit psychotic, a little calmer than when I started this, but still not out of the woods. This is kind of a diary, in more ways than one, one being that, with the exception of maybe one person (allowed), I'm the only one reading it, at least for now. Since it is of a rather personal nature, I'm not really sure anybody else would be interested anyway. If you do drop by, accidentally, enjoy and please don't mind the hormonal banter. I was "born with it."