it is strange how strange has become such a famliar feeling for me..strange expalins the unexpalinable...a tingle in the heart . that lil goosebum u felt on some vague part of ur body... a dejavu... a body language that u cudnt decipher... a smile u share with some random 'starnger'
i like strange because it is a refreshing breath from the mundaness of life.
which gets me asking myself how mundane is my life...
hmm... now that i am indulging in such random shit like nobody's buisness....
and my eyes are getting droopier
i realise the time has come to let go off my keyboard...
there.. there slowly ... as my keyboard gently weeps...

(can someone plz do a semiotic analysis of that song for me..as my guitar gently weeps.. what was that song again..)
ok
a graceful goodbye
and i am off the stage...