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they can smell deperation...
Mar. 8th, 2003 01:43 amAnalysis of the human condition is so frustrating it sometimes makes me want to rend my garments...
Wherever I go, I see the same places.
Whenever I go, I see the same faces.
I've just made a resolution that in order to keep a sense of newness instilled into my social life, when I venture out into the wild blue yonder of Brisbane by night I shall attempt something different each time. I expect that if this is achieved in the proper attention-gathering mode then I'll encounter many more people worth knowing. There's probably not a lot of point to this as a lot of what I'll try will be rejected or ridiculed out of hand by most, especially since its me doing it. Woo, I love my life sometimes.
Mind, but there's almost a war going on. This type of action belies that fact, and you wouldn't know that this was the case by entering any of the places I have been tonight. Or perhaps you would, you might have sensed some strange kind of desperation in the air.
Wherever I go, I see the same places.
Whenever I go, I see the same faces.
I've just made a resolution that in order to keep a sense of newness instilled into my social life, when I venture out into the wild blue yonder of Brisbane by night I shall attempt something different each time. I expect that if this is achieved in the proper attention-gathering mode then I'll encounter many more people worth knowing. There's probably not a lot of point to this as a lot of what I'll try will be rejected or ridiculed out of hand by most, especially since its me doing it. Woo, I love my life sometimes.
Mind, but there's almost a war going on. This type of action belies that fact, and you wouldn't know that this was the case by entering any of the places I have been tonight. Or perhaps you would, you might have sensed some strange kind of desperation in the air.
