Rich Kid's Blues

Been having bad times
And I've been paying dues
Got shoes and money
And good friends too

Always play to win
But always seem to lose
That's why I think I got
A rich kid's blues

That's why I think I got a rich kid's blues

And I know what is going on
And I know, but I'll wait til dawn
And I know just exactly what is on your mind
Jumping back, I know if I'm still gonna lose you

But I'm wondering why, girl
Did I ask your name?
And all the people standing by
Oh, they're in my game

Love's just a story
A story without words
Words are almost never seen
And never even heard

I know what is going on
And I know that I'll wait til dawn
And I know just exactly what is on your mind
Jumping back, I know it's all a rut, you want me to prove it to you

Though my good times
Are just paying dues
I've got shoes and money
And good friends too

Though I always play to win
I always seem to lose
That's why I think I got
A rich kid's blues

That's why I think I got a rich kid's blues

I know what's going on
I know what's going on
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on

17,520 hrs later...

It doesn't seem like that long; a lot can happen in two years, but very little can change. There have been many revelations and altercations, many implications and alterations, but I've somehow managed to maintain a personality that reflects on the people around me. As much as I want to escape I also don't want to leave. For the last little while, I've considered myself a realist, but now, I think the best term anyone can use is escapist.

Thankfully I can quench the desire to escape with Halloween- the ultimate dream for anyone wanting to be somewhere else, or someone else....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escapism

Urge to Get Lost

I'm not talking about the TV show we have all been deprived of since last May. I am actually talking about the acute overload of our brains mainly due to the media. With both the American and Canadian elections getting a bulk of the media's attention, I have the urge to lock myself up and throw away the key. The coverage on all the candidates is cancerous and makes me want to vomit. Here's to hoping that no one wins and complete anarchy takes over. Here's to hoping the world really does end as the Mayan's predicted it. Here's to our non-existent future, (this isn't as pessimistic as it seems-- our future literally does not exist yet).

Either way, humanity is in a downward spiral which may or may not lead to the complete obliteration of what we have come to know and live with comfortably... I'm just praying that it results in something cool, like out of Jurassic Park 2, but less 'Vince Vaughn'  aka less lame...


P&L

Random Wednesday?

on the cusp of knowing how little sleep i'll be getting tonight, i default back to not knowing.... this is comforting.

Terminal

I can't for the life of me begin to think of what it would be like to have a known expiration date. It wouldn't be horrible, but I know that my procrastination would overtake me and I wouldn't do the things I've always wanted to.

I am a Cliché

Here I am, oblivious to the entire world and my immediate surroundings giving into the pop-culture cliche of blogging in a Apple Store. My systematic demise and fall into the obscurity of the current world is more or less complete. This means I have 3 options:

1. Leave here fully knowing I have sold out.

2. Look at the dude next to me doing the same thing.

3. Continue with this and blog in as many Apple Stores as I can.

Option three seems the most adventurous.

Apple Store

Ste-Catherine

Montreal

Closer to Clairity

Closed doors may leave behind opened windows.
Allowing yourself to become seduced by the dark passenger is a must.
Mercy, by definition, is a tool of the weak.
The ambiguous will one day prevail.
Breathing has now taken its toll.
All this means is that its coming closer.