Really, Nothing to blog about today.
Let's see what has happened over the past few days:
1) Esplanade gig + Butterfactory excursion till 4 a.m
2) Shopping-turned-window-shopping-trip-after-realising-how-low-on-cash-I-am
3) Band Meeting at City Hall followed by Guitar in Peninsula
4) Frenzied efforts to beat the God level in God of War 2
It's getting boring seriously. I would really like to have more of the kind of experiences last Saturday, outside the club, chatting with friends and strangers (although one of the latter could go fuck himself off), sipping beer and smoking cigarettes that are intangible.
I guess clubs are most shallow places ever. Naked Men wear masks and smelly modern clothes and go to the floor to "express" themselves, but really they are just trying to look cool enough for them to snag and score a nookie with an equally shallow Women in equally boring fashion styles and personalities.
It's a place where one looks for the physical touch. When you invite a girl to dance you engage in physical contact with her that is approved in ways you can't do at the crossroads at City Hall.
I'm looking for the spiritual touch. No on gives this these days. Even the most innocent girls no longer engage in meaningful conversations anymore. Everything is related to the consumer world, where we construct out identites on flimsy and unstable trends and fads that threaten to disintegrate when we look away. Thus we keep on buying, consuming and eating fabric and wearing our food practices on our faces so that we will always remain relevant. Cycle after cycle and season after season.
What's your soul based on?
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I used to love her
But I had to kill her.
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