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Tuesday, 27 May 2008

What's history?

Ideally, an accumulation of tangible details with respect to each intangible passing second.
But nothing is ideal. It's simply a record of broken dreams.
Dreams that we try as we might, but will never get their imprints off our recollection.

Sometimes I'm just so sick of the empty promises and hypocritical lies swarming around me like pesky houseflies. Living this life is just like leaving behind a track record of sins.

moi et toi, c'est la vie.

....and yet another fiddlestick at

~The Future is filled with Possibilities~