i've known myself to forget words and lose them conveniently when i need them. i read my former blog entries and i wonder if i really wrote them. gaddameht. i'm in my room too much. i get lost in powerbooks so often i decided to fuc* the hell off and stay put. there should be signs all over the place pointing lost readers to the right books, only, the reader i.e, I can only see them. i wish they could possibly exist. my eyes get red and stingy in minutes so looking real hard for ideal books or any must-reads is a challenge. i've stayed away too long it's not good anymore. there goes the saying; "use it or lose it". my old books turned into distant strangers, if only the authors could speak from their picture boxes they would tell me to snap out of it and get the hell out of my house, see the world as i did before or may be re-visit long lost alter egoes.

Labels: books