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Monday, March 9, 2009 envisage This is probably going to be a long draggy post, so read out of your own will. Hey, but then again, I'm only limited by this little text box here and the keyboard, what else is there to. Excuse the probable minor use of vulgarities later in the post though I'll try and keep them under a minimum usage. Silence, I like it, shh... Many a time I wonder about what life would be as many things, and I wonder about the countless different perspectives it can be seen as. What life would be as a dog? Simply doing nothing for most of the day, entertaining yourself by chasing cars going around the corner, whining for your owner to take you out for a walk or just to scratch that itching spot behind your ear you could never reach. Never having any worries, or any thoughts about the complexities of life such as education, politics and what not. Wouldn't it be awesome living life as a carefree bird? Exploring every "corner" of the sky each day, recognising each tree around that park by the road. But then again, would it be nice to have such a simpleton life, perhaps. I want those hours or days, or months of my life back, I shouldn't have had it shortened. I need a hot coffee. So that I can pour it all over my face. Maybe that way it'll have a better chance of waking me up. Driving a car not knowing the unfamiliar roads around here, then suddenly coming across a junction with many roads to go. There isn't any traffic, neither are there any authorities to hinder you from smithering the speed limit in to nothing but a mere sign that reads "90", so what's going to stop me from picking any road I want? Perhaps the lack of a destination in mind, picking a road to for the sake of not having to sit in the car, stoning. Well if there were a ramp leading up in to the sky, maybe I would take that route, being more adventurous. Sooner or later, I find myself in some sort of void, videos of the past streaming in various different size TV sets, arranged according to their significance in my life. Then I come across this giant set, with nothing but that oh so familiar radio buzzing "no-frequency" noise, with the screen displaying nothing but a clear strking blue. There's no where else to go but right in to the TV. Would that lead to another strage junction? Up, down, left or right, it's all the same in this strange warphole. "Fuck, this is strange". Shall I travel by foot then? Maybe it would be a better choice, I'd be able to set a rather comfortable pace for myself then. Then I come across a 24-hour bar, free drinks being given out. I soon become a slaphappy drunkard in the empty bar, crying out for another shot, oh shit, their all out. This bar isn't what I thought it would be, perhaps it was the car honking at my back pushing me in, it was my only source of food left, either that or death by extreme thirst. The bar is all out of drinks and the new supply is only coming in months later, I need a TRANSFER to another bar with a never-ending source of an exquisite, exotic drink that contains some sort of drug that can keep me happy forever. Better still, that bar would have my favourite music playing everyday. Friends, no pressure. But for me to enter that bar, it would require me to get through a thousand strong bouncers, hired from all over the world to prevent young ones to venture astray. What am I to do? It's a conceivable idea to talk to each and everyone of them, explaining and stating my case, maybe then they would budge. What I would do to get out of the empty bar, just what would I do... But wait, the empty bar might just have some salvation! They stepped up their game and added many new wild drinks that were coming in pretty soon. Drinks that would take your taste buds to a whole new level of satisfaction. The ironic thing is that, I can't get out cos' of the tight security disallowing me of leaving, just what is going on here? I need to consult my conscience and ask him to do the thinkin for me. Maybe the little devil character striding proudly on my left shoulder would win the argument with the little angelic creature on my right shoulder, prancing around. Why are these two imps being such bastards to my little friend called the mind? Toying around with it, kicking it, filling him with "propagandic" viles. It's driving me crazy watching them torture it like that. There's no way out of here now. What's next? Maybe I should have taken that other route with my car. Wait, was I even driving in the first place? Come to think of it, that bouncer from the first bar seems really familiar now...
I'm coming back with a goal and nothing is gonna' stop me.