feesh
This blog has been lying neglected in some random corner of Google's servers for six months now.I've lost the urge to write. But then I have no right to hurt this blog by compiling repetitive, mundane and fairly inconsequentials lists now, do i?
Ideas on what I should be writing about keep popping up in my head. I might be bipolar but my thoughts are spectral. Shapeless, pointing in every direction at the same time. I think of how I plan to single-handedly resurrect football in India over a meticulously laid-out thirty year period. Then I think of my pointless existence. And then come thoughts of her. And then I remember that moloko or autechre track I have to download. Gah. Why aren't the thoughts stable. It hard to focus. Focus ain't fucking there.
fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
ah some cussing after months of austerity. Thank me.
posted by PSyNyD @ 3:05 PM
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