shoting star

i could scream. this lack of self control is starting to scare me. whatever happened? I am a self proclaimed control addict. i need to be in control, i need power..i hunger for it. 

its 547 and i just woke up with the biggest craving for juice. fruit. i stumbled out to that vending machine that never works and guess what the fucker didnt work. nothing that belongs to me in the fridge. bastards

God i need to get off my arse. 

The problem with having mondays off. is that on friday, almost subconsciously there is a loong weekend, on saturday, there still is sunday and monday. on sunday there is a tingling of panic but still hey, THERE STILL IS MONDAY LEFT RIGHT.

fyufagajsighashl

How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot, The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

Wake

there is no time, no space; just thoughts, a flowing consciousness. it moves what we perceive as distance is objects around us. Time is but a subconscious method of organizing - sequencing emotions and discussions.

the things - signboards, trains colours shapes are living breathing manifestations of our thoughts, perceived only as is by the thoughts that perceive it. a complex paradigm soup, that we colour and taste to our preference, either knowingly more often than not un. We live in a dream, dream in a live.