Ever had a feeling like you've been exiled out to blackness and nothing but black hole? That's how I feel: indescribable. Or is it just me all worked up, de-energized like the rest of us worker bees? Maybe. And here is how I describe those into the things I love. It's a free-vibe, breeze of freedom.
What ever happened to Sex, Drugs And Rock & Roll? Now it’s all Aids, crack and techno….
(courtesy of freeindie.com)
