"I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member."
If you need scissors, you can never find them, but if you don't they are always in the way.
Metaphor for life? or relationships perhaps?
Scatter brained.
Rearranging thoughts.
Rearranging life.
Rearranging me.
Final decisions. Are there really ever final decisions? Ice cream maybe, but major decisions?
Perhaps?
Ink. Ink requires decisive action.
I lost the thought. Scattered, like I said.
The (tragically bad) end.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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