This sort of explains what I think about popularity and the crude out-line, or an image of what life is like..
The sound of the popular voice, society, popular demand, and popularity is like a mall, when alone you cannot understand what is being said, and always side-tracked another noise.. It confuses everybody and just causes people to go for the most known thing, which may have just been a mistaken line...
My world is like a large print white storage room. Everything is not noticed until something changes the features of the room, a chair (symbolizing a solid decision which I have made and will only dissapper when said desision is gone), a painting (symbolizing a memory I wish to keep, somthing I remember because it had a major effect).. Everything, in a sence is organized yet unexpected..
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Bit amazed with this, only editted a grammatical error, this one can stay.
 The Darker Shadow · Wed Feb 06, 2008 @ 09:54pm · 0 Comments |
