Can anyone spare a GC?

I've always had a thing for the uncanny. The whimsical. The bizarre. The uncommon.
Maybe it's because I'm so mainstream.
Not enough income and finances to create an identity.
I love Andy Warhol, but only because he was part of my A levels.
How pathetic.

I'm so mainstream that I have decent worries to worry about.
My future. My present. My past.
A's. B's. C's.
Yous.

Is it a crime to look how you want to?
Maybe if your mother doesn't have money for lunch for you to look like that.

If I died tomorrow, would I be satisfied with what I am today?
Is that grammatically incorrect? Who cares?
What is understanding, misunderstanding, knowledge, information?
Abused (as always) in this sub-prime stagnating culture of reinvention and the revolution of the reverse.

Sad I am, Sad I am not.
Life is not a carousel for people (or less) like me.
Take it with a pinch of salt (or with sugar, I always advocate)
Self imposed embargo on anything else other than History, Lit, GP and Math.
No more f21, asos, sganything, blogstalking, facebooking.

Welcome to the age (two months) where we celebrate the Neo-Luddite.
Hurray for damnation! In a fight against myself, who will emerge the winner?


I lose if I give up.