I want to believe that this could be real, that all of this, the lying, the scheming and the cheating could  would eventually amount to something worthwhile. I'm still hopin', but in the mean-time I guess the meander through existence will be enough for entertainment currently.

So here's to the life unexpected, the plan's foiled and the dreams shattered, because expectations are nothing more than worthless attempts to control fate and half-hearted attempts at that.


and on the seventh day, the resolution hast put to dust, the realisation that nothing ever changes trumps all good will.


H.