Blog to go
Not to mention
You can never get lost following no path in the first place.
So there I was. Standing alone in this bitterful, endless and most notably quite boring darkness. But who am I to complain. I don’t even like to wish and whistle.
Life sucked and I was happy. No path ahead. Heading somewhere and somehow towards misery and irrelevance. In blind trust of my own numbness. A glory way to go. No one never in this lame line of bullshit. Way to go.
On comes the rabbit.
Do the magic, see the magic, feel the magic. Love is on its way. Who would believe?
No signs ahead. Love blues. Does one ever find ways around this mess of good and worse? Is it just like going through … hell? Hell of love?
Finally a way and I’m lost. Well at least meta still likes me. Maybe magic is not a four-letter word at all.
Off goes Kansas.
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