June 5th, 2007

oh, pensive. and a little bit of this and that. reading the newspapers makes me want to close one eye and dream it all up again. writing about sex can only do so much. after all, it ain't the seventies, so starting a revolution from my bed doesn't quite work anymore. it's an opiate, and why not? the world is too full to talk about. i used to get pissed off whenever someone labelled me as "one of the good ones who didn't make it." but fuck fame, and hail understated and low-profile. just gimme my damned music, cigarettes and ability to blend in like everyone else. if it's a cop-out, so be it.