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*glassy eyes*
Posted by Dan. Ee.
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10:19 PM
I am SO perplexed right now..
No flipping idea..
What I am I thinking?
Why do I need to take a look see 10 years in the future? Or better said, I created, edited, produced, advertised my own future in my head.
Visualizing all kinds of seemingly random bits and parts of my daydreams pasted together in a nice show.
The cars, house, overseas career is fine and dandy. But why in the flipping vestiges of my sanity that I fast forwarded my romance situation? So I can have a better view of what awaits me?
Many choices erupted in my head. Unlikely ones, obviously.
Maybe its a kind of feel good thing. Who knows. But I wonder that my constant recreation of my own personal rendition of life (Idling, Sleeping, Online, Chatting) would actually become true?
Nah.
Seeing is believing. If you could actually see what I think, in a nice 16:9 screen with ample sound, you'd laugh the shit of your pants. No shit.
Luckily no one could. I'd die of laughter myself.
Listening to Kavinsky's Testarossa - Sebastian Remix (not to be confused with Kaspersky) while jotting this confusing, meaning(less) entry down.
Out.
No flipping idea..
What I am I thinking?
Why do I need to take a look see 10 years in the future? Or better said, I created, edited, produced, advertised my own future in my head.
Visualizing all kinds of seemingly random bits and parts of my daydreams pasted together in a nice show.
The cars, house, overseas career is fine and dandy. But why in the flipping vestiges of my sanity that I fast forwarded my romance situation? So I can have a better view of what awaits me?
Many choices erupted in my head. Unlikely ones, obviously.
Maybe its a kind of feel good thing. Who knows. But I wonder that my constant recreation of my own personal rendition of life (Idling, Sleeping, Online, Chatting) would actually become true?
Nah.
Seeing is believing. If you could actually see what I think, in a nice 16:9 screen with ample sound, you'd laugh the shit of your pants. No shit.
Luckily no one could. I'd die of laughter myself.
Listening to Kavinsky's Testarossa - Sebastian Remix (not to be confused with Kaspersky) while jotting this confusing, meaning(less) entry down.
Out.
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