Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Acceleration of sound; the divine intervention. Parished are the hopeful predicaments.

The premeditated decisions are all but shadowed phantoms now.

Saturday, May 08, 2010

One hell of a week, more than just a rollercoaster ride. Even Momento's elaborated plot of complexity stand no where near.

Secrets unwound; thrashed out like a rubbish thief ravages for his food. The insanity of it all is that it's been dragged 5 years. Now i can't seem to comprehend let alone poof a solution to answer.

Reminsce of the past decided on his visits once again, and the toll has brimmed. The freedom I once had and abused. I miss the good ol' days like a man in cowboy's hat; sunk in his wooden chair, rockin' to the amber sunset past a vast plain of sand.

Exploited, what should I think?