Friday, June 15, 2007

Eggs in one basket

Funny how one of my favourite tracks - Say it right by Nelly Furtado - doesn't seem to inspire me to do the same. Why I can't be a professional liar a la Hollywood, I'll never know.

Being witty can be a drag . . . when you're serious . . .no one believes you. Time to hide in shame . . . the lure for distant lands seems so strong . . fresh start and all. You never know what you got till it's gone. Nice tits (ask Justin Timberlake) bring nice words. Good one Janet Jackson . . Pity it was learnt this way.

Not witty afterall

Looking back over the week . . . maybe i'm not 'a witty' character. When one bites and gets bitten one realises that one loses all one cares about. If only the haks would listen . . if only time would turn back . . . if only hurt wasn't replacing love . . . if only . . .

Do alcoholics, junkies and the rest of the 'rotten' apples ever recover . . . I know now first hand society rarely gives them a chance (with valid reasons, of course) irrespective of how genuine they may be. I will never succumb to society's ideals . . . one hit of coke doesn't make you a druggie even though society expects you to do it again. Society will never make a druggie.

I only wish the haks would listen . . . but if wishes were horses . . .so far the haks doesn't see how sincere i am . . . how does one prove they are not a druggie . . .HOW?????