Se, joka tämän tajuaa, onneaTiistai 12.02.2008 08:56

Kello on 6.48...
Istun Turussa Huhtalan kämpillä. Olen 2 tunnin aikana käyttänyt aikani internetin pelottavimpien sopukoiden selaamiseen... Anonyymiys on vakava asia.
Tunteakseen itsensä vahvaksi, täytyy ihmisen joskus rikkoa arjen rytmit.
Eräs englantilainen kirjailija kirjoitti tästä mielenkiintoisen kolumnin...

"When he/she becomes dulled at life itself, people have different ways to react to it.
Some people wallow themselves up in their own self-loath, and are scared to break out of the loop.
Some people go crazy, and end up in a mental institution, or worse.
Some people resort to suicide.
And then there are people who are in west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys they were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

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