[ [beauty queens and lonely dogs] ]
-Sunday, April 02, 2006-
cartwheels for sale on a sunday afternoon. the picture to paint would be of lazy hazy times spent feasting on magazines freshly bought off the stand and having music fed into your ears like quintessential food source. thats my kind of sunday.
instead, i am obsessive compulsive on this sunday evening. somehow estatic happiness do not quite encapsulate this sinking feeling ever growing and gnawing. the weekend seem to have whizzed by so quickly. and it happens all the time and very unexpectedly.
so they harken you and slap you with the punishment of regimentation.