The pleasure of being not so facebooked is something not many souls can understand to be happy about. Oh facebook this, oh facebook that. I deem it as a demon not worthy a lore. Straddled and uninvited as what most sane souls call it, but yet invite to part with the most sacred truth of your existence.
No more ye old orkut thou shall remember thy hath no fury against the strong, if not only would the strong perceive there is no truth to this song.
No one needs no visiting cards, nor do crows.
I wish I had my sanity for its never really yours.
In the plains in all the panes I try to drink the light,
but, no truth shall abide the true self that one really chides
For all the human vain, lets not lose out on a world to gain!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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