Never have I met such a group of people, torn this way and that. From going through the threads in the forums, from happy-go-lucky how are you’s…to the ‘seamy’ underbelly in the corner room.
Let the chips fall where they may, get on with living and stop the analysing.
Rishta’s, suicide, oh so taboo sharabi’s and doing terrible things………people talking about ‘thing’s’ aren’t doing them. If they are, then for the wrong reasons.
A preponderance of procrastinators…..but you know what?….I wouldn’t have you any other way.
After all this place is fast rising from mediocrity to obscurity, I feel at home
Thap didnt ur maid tell u to stay away from those fumes in the morning and deserts at night… dont forget the medicine either … btw what are u smokin right now?
Well, you know what…at least its comforting to know that there exist people, other than our own selves, who are torn this way and that way, just like us.
This makes all of us feel at home. Only difference is some people take the lead… others pretend to think otherwise
So what you wanted to See good has made you blind
And what you wanted to Be yours has made it Mine
So don’t you lock up Something that you
Wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking No not tying
I sure don’t Mind a change But I fell on black Days
How would I know That this could be My fate