Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
The Day..
Everything has been reduced to the day. No such thing as the tomorrow or the yesterday. I am the man and I am the person who would see not what others see. It is my day. It is the day. And I am the man. I am the person. It is a day of reckoning. The time has come and everything should be judged accordingly. The work and the money that goes with the work are fraudulently manipulated and managed. Things kinda got out of hands and it is the day that the punishment should be meted out. It is the day of no persuasion. It is the D-Day.
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