Eyes of the Cosmic Whale
“…leaving the heavens naked, glistening blue-black, like the belly of some cosmic whale…”Archive for July, 2007
My hairdryer smells of burger.
Not kidding. (Later it smelled of burnt glue, but anyway…)
I’m still craving for some McDonalds.
Though I should be boycotting it because it approves of meat from badly treated cows D:
But McDonalds!
Man, I sound superficial.
Some days are just full of randomness, I guess.
The Terror
I hate the Drama.
I hate the Terror. The unfair, abrupt Terror.
And every now and then, I feel like a peasant or a worker in Stalin’s Russia.
EDIT: Life sucked in Stalin’s Russia.
