Thursday, June 19, 2014

Touchy, touchy

All that human…swarm of blown-out-of-proportions egos surrounding me pulls my strings by its mere existence-demanding, pretentious, buzzing, pitiful in their self-proclaimed importance…

I’m trying to mute them with music and count to 100 before opening my mouth. It works-to some extent.

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