My Mom's a...I'm sorry to say this, but then again, I've been bad enough to say it to her, so why not - a bitch. Isn't it me who says, be honest, and practice what you preach? I echo myself from the Machiavelli post a few entries earlier. Ifelt like using a more intricate structure, but why bother? If I feel I'm getting my point across, why shouldn't I stick with simple sentences? Why complicate things unnecessarily, whether in literature or in real life? That's what I want Dear Mum to understand...which is where the not-getting-what-you-want clause of life comes into force. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
By Pink Floyd Excellent song. The lyrics pertain to (most probably) the group's experience itself. As such, it is funny and humorous, poking fun at the system of media barons and "chart" economics. I relate to it even more these days, when all I need is money. I am at peace, content, moksha-esque, even - but I do need money for subsistence. Which reminds me , how do I monetize my writings? Time to fire up the Vaio.
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