I am a cynic... I am in fact as proposed earlier and idealistic cynic... now the problem with this is that I've jus stopped enjoying the little things in life, cause i'm always trying to read between the lives, to decipher, to question, to doubt, to jus basically get so involved in the 'what's she really after' that I miss the moment, consider this conversation I had with a close friend recently... 'so why is it that I get to take so many liberties with you'.. 'cause I love you and people I love get to do that'... 'hmmm... whats that mean when you say you love me'... 'oh grrr... how many ways can one interpret that anyway'... 'well it depends you know'... 'no it doesnt'... and so on... do you see what I mean.. cummmmon!
Oh well...
and the irony of it all is that I'm actually an emotional fool... oh its a tough life... so anyway my search for innuendoes continues unabashed and nothing is left.. song lyrics.. movies.. books.. newspaper articles... advertising... everything...
its tiring at times.. its like you jus cant let your guard down.. I'm not a trusting person by nature but this is getting ridiculous...
well a remedy shall be sourced for this.. and this too shall pass... any suggestions...
*put on my blue suede shoes and boarded a plane
touched down in the land of the delta blues in the middle of the pouring rain
saw the ghost of Elvis and followed him to to gates of graceland
there's a pretty little thing waiting for the king down in the jungle room
walking in memphis...
cf: 'Blue suede Shoes' by Carl Perkins
