With this bottle of premium expensive wine i am celebrating. I am celebrating my new job offer which is going to pay me the maximum i have received so far.
And this is for the guys i have beaten to get this job who are probably better than me but can't talk like me.
This one for the bullet that i am not sure how i dodged.
But unfortunately i don't love money and i am a sucker for lost causes.
So this one is for the muses.
So this one is for the muses.
And this one is for all my friends who somehow manage to keep me human.
And this is for the guys i have beaten to get this job who are probably better than me but can't talk like me.
This is for the money that i count and i repeat Velli's 'I have no eyes for material things.'
And this one for the day when i decided to leave this city without even unpacking my duffel bag.
This one for the spineless managers and the gold diggers. You surely help me get out of the fix.
This one for the spineless managers and the gold diggers. You surely help me get out of the fix.
I need a new bottle now.
This one for the bullet that i am not sure how i dodged.
But this one for the voice that has followed me, that originates from the top of distant mountains and flows over lands and rivers and oceans and intoxicates me better and quicker than any liquor i have ever tasted to date where ever i am and which ever state i am in.
There's that weird twisted feeling again. In this post. Love it.
ReplyDeleteIt's called stupidity. And thanks. :D
ReplyDeleteWhy do all the blogs that I start reading, die?
ReplyDeleteYou are the chosen one, i guess.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, yea, it's been a while i guess. Will be back soon. I always have one more story to tell. Don't worry.