damn it

Well now isn't it an irony. I get contacted by RippleVox. Something about photography. Pity I'm working now and have I mentioned it's really crunch time? Yes.

The coversation about communication and connection coupled with first impressions kinda stuck in my head the whole of today. For a moment, I thought I was settling back into the past. All those rules, all those laws. Then I realise, fuck that. Perhaps we're just different people. Perhaps it's simply unfortunate that things are like that. Either I'm turning jaded and skeptical at a far more alarming rate or someone's taken control of my body and my mind and playing me like a puppet.

My brain apparently doesn't see well beyond the preliminary stages before making a decision and hence I'm actually quite stupid because I'd have only put two and two pretty much later. Can we say slow? Yes. I'm not making sense. The sheer irony and stupidity of recent events playing in my head is beginning to annoy the crankyshit out of me.

Scarred, mud-stained and everything else. Oh that we look for solace in places with cobwebs that need to be brushed. We rejoice in finding parallels to our existence only to bitterly stab the mirror because it is nothing more than the reflection.

Analysing all of this, in a detached manner I used to not possess, makes me cringe in utter disgust and embarrassment. Crikey. I seriously need to be shot. Shot. Like bang bang MP5 please. Thankyouverymuch.