Wasted

if i do die right now, at least i know my dead body can be exchanged for a Fender ‘50s Stratocaster. haha, five of them some more, not too bad i think(:

of the wildest dreams i had, this should be it: of John lennon and unclothed days at some strange beach in a land of no names, reading poetry and drinking Bawls, listening to the waves and touching the sunlight and feeling the sand beneath. trying to make sense of a faraway music that grows louder by the second, and then i realised my phone was ringing. (sigh)

such technological transgressions never fail to make their presence felt.
im' feeling guilty.

xinzi