Dear self, indulge yourself. I’ve built a brothel within, only for u.
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Hey self, repent now. Somewhere out there, someone has built a church, only for you.
Thus go in peace back to your brothel again and repeat these words 5 times a day that “I love my religion. I love my religion.”
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About Britton
It's a chattering of an eccentric who often can't control his vagrant thoughts while he is wandering around in search of the unknown. Well, it seems like, this world is an asylum N it invites each N everyone to have a stroll through this asylum. Further, for me it's a madylum :)
Humiliating mockeries all around, crushing anguish within, boring day-to-day chores.... oh! He has to wade through all these. :-( N the weary traveler should plod on. No matter what.
http://madylum.wordpress.com/
ponderings! you think so much! a thesis can be written on your thoughts Britton!
Oh those words will make me uncomfortable.
Well…. thanks. Thanks. Using the word with meaning.
Mega portal ! Awesome writing Bri <3!
Thank u so much with love, love N love
You as well dearest Bri
Deep
scary
No. It’s the fact.