I’m crazy.
I am.
The only connection is an icon that lights or dims reversely as to the sunlight. It’s just a simple click away but I always have great trouble to.
But happy birthday anyway, even if it means nothing, which I don’t think is the case. But… who knows.
It always frustrates me when I have the desire to do something but unable to, like sending out a present. If only things are that simple that I can just send things over the internet. Well, that’s the ONLY way. All I know is an address that is virtually non-existent.
On the Web, we are everywhere, and we are nowhere. It’s a new found neverland that could never be found.
Just as I said, I would have been an alcoholic and a poet if I had the talent, and a drug addict if I didn’t.
Unfortunately, I’m the latter.
And even more unfortunately, I’m drunk.
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