Having flashbacks of things which I'd base my Soundtrack to Life on, noticing how Motivation Faerie has deserted me -though, not his friends; Erotism Faerie, Indie Faerie and the likes are still around- since early 07, in the emotional outskirts of a two-year-old soulquake, having a hard time letting bygones be just that, perfectly incapable of understanding greed, while in my heart a forest burns slow, though still with the same vivid passion for music as ever, I wonder, if life is all about moments, why are such moments so scarce? Someone seems to have coined the incorrect phrase.
A feeling as ugly as Madonna's personality becomes livid, with the right word, then; something as trivial or "natural" as getting out of bed makes perfect sense, then; heroin and speed easily replaceable, then; flying over town, with just a jump, by just desiring it, was standard procedure, then.
So is trading indignation for resignation healthy?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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