It may be lust
It may be sorrow
It may be trust
Whate'er it be
O lay it down
You'll be set free
You'll be unbound
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- When Instant Messaging was the fad, I lived online. When blogging became big, I kept my Xanga religiously. When Facebook conquered the internet, I finally asked myself, "What's the point?" ...and with that, "pop fetish" turned its back to me. Cast from Culture's current, far from Fashion's fancies, I found myself outside the ebb and flow of Perception's disinterested wake. I am free. I am alive. I am happy. Praise God! - This blog is my movie; these entries, my snapshots. Piece together the snippets, and you may discover my plot. *Click* [This idea was inspired by JT, a fantastic blogger and exceptional friend]
Simple but not always easy.
ReplyDeleteAlways the right choice though.