my memory has been acting up again. more like acting down, or sideways, or right off the planet to get to the point.
somewhere in cybre space i've lost the ability to insert images from desktop to blog, sigh, it's been a long day. and i had such a great story to tell you.
i have, however, managed to maintain the ability to pull images from the internet, so, here you go, if for no reason in particular save to feed the addiction...
"sitting in my bedroom cooking white bread on a light i got the feeling that i might never get to know wrong from right and i might spend, the rest of my life in a futile pursuit of nothing really very special... around and 'round it goes, like water down a drain, if you never touch it, will it still, remain the same, or will it go... like it never has, you missed your chance and now you'll never get it again..."
moot or hooey?
it takes the average person three weeks of extreme isolation fleeing from carnivorous wildlife to break from an internet addiction
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