Thursday, February 22, 2007

sweet escape

You have been a great escape, dear blog. In fact, you're a sweet escape. When I let you know about things, it feels like I enter into a portal in a world of Middle-earth proportions. But I have been thinking a lot lately that it feels like I need to go back to the shitty world I've always known. I have been saturating you with my thoughts on self-important film nobody gives a fuck and I've been shitting a lot of stuff that nobody could care less. I'll go slay some more demons but I will escape soon. I hope sooner.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Blog's a good escape and a great bucket for private thoughts until it gets mixed up with your "real life".

hohum.

P.S.
samuka aning word verification uy! :P

-plue

roanjean said...

^based on experience, plue? =|

huy jay! wala lang. hohoho.

isko b. doo said...

funny but these blogs do give us the illusion that our lives matter when they fucking don't! it's just that -- maya. An illusion. Can somebody give me a shot of vitamin C please?!?

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

Renton, Trainspotting