i'm being boliao and watchng the spy who shagged me while trying to type on my lappie.
where's my mojo?
win the battle but lose the war.
sometimes it is hard
and life is a drag
and one wonders if things are in vain
why bother?
and sometimes one moves like a blind man
who cannot see.
in watching, your eyes are inevitably drawn to what you think you can see. and that is why we can see.
i am sick of having to talk.
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