Thursday, September 29, 2005

"Oh it seemed forever stopped today
All the lonely hearts in London, Caught a plane and flew away
And all the best women are married, All the handsome men are gay
You feel deprived

Yeah are you questioning your size?
Is there a tumour in your humour, Are there bags under your eyes?
Do you leave dents where you sit, Are you getting on a bit?
Will you survive
You must survive

When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme

Oh what are you really looking for?
Another partner in your life to abuse and to adore?
Is it lovey dovey stuff, Do you need a bit of rough? Get on your knees

Yeah turn down the love songs that you hear
'Cause you can't avoid the sentiment
That echoes in your ear
Saying love will stop the pain
Saying love will kill the fear
Do you believe You must believe..." Love Supreme

How odd... It actually makes alotta sense. Reality is cruel.

It's coming. *cries* I can't seem to catch my breath in this never ending race. Someone was commenting how come they don't put humans in mazes like they do to rats for behavioral studies. Come to think of it, I think i'm precisely like a rat in a claustrophobic maze trying to figure out the best way out of the work, prjs, responsibilities.
I jus want to sit and stone. More sleep would be nice.
My coming weekend is burnt again...
I dun like this feeling, not one bit.
Participating in escapist behaviour.

by tab at 10:16 PM |