I think i've figured it out-

I've reconcilled my seeming polar opinions on things. Its because I like to rationally pursue romantic notions!

Down in Albion, we're black and blue- but shhh we don't talk about that.

Are you from Albion? Oh, hello! how do you do? Come lets talk about that. Over gin in teacups, of violet passions and yellowing classics (the colour of our teeth cracked in smiles)- its okay we're all from Albion.

But if you're looking for a cheap sunset or a trinket story its in false anticipation. I'll be waiting in the photo booth (its a neoprint station). If you'll smile I'll smile and print a memory we'll never remember.

do you think thinking burns calories?

i think so. that would explain my weight loss in sec 3/4 and my good O level results, the subsequent weight gain in JC and the poor results, the flab from office life (its not the physical inactivity that gets you- its the mental void) and finally now i am getting gaunt of cheeks.

smoking has the illusion of you doing something when, in all reality, you really aren't.

it has the same effect as when somewhat asks "what're you doing" and one replies "just chillin'".

you aren't doing anything. and by you i might mean me.

ajax hijack. we die of broken glass. pat boone hats on our grave and a tap dancer. baa ta dam daa tammm ba dammm da pamm. clickety clack. borrowed limos, whores filled to the rim of the glass, ladders instead of pretty paper umbrellas. tippety tappety tap.

in reference to my previous post, because you see i'm like that- I write letters that have postscripts and post-postscripts and so on so forth. BUT i digress.

so as i was saying, in reference to my previous post, (consider this a pt. 2), theres something devilishly nasty, (in an impish manner), about drinking liquor out of an innocent coffee cup. its like having sex in your parents bed (i've never done that) or stealing chocolate (nope, never done that either). but you know what i mean.

"when i speak, no one believes me. when i write it down, people know its true."

to too many last cigarettes smoked and nights spent clubbing for the final time. if i can't be disciplined i can at least be honest because my personal hypocracy is a joke.

so i raise this glass and say, "da".