Wednesday, March 21, 2007
A state of contemplative repose : The Text
Take for instance, those times you are in your taxi, minding your business and this dude tries to break the window so he can sell you a watch. Seriously now, if you're going to inflict some sort of damage, offer me something I could use. Like an English-Luganda dictionary. That way I can hurl obscenities at the taxi conductor,erm, person when he inflates my fare like he thinks I'm a CHOGM delegate.
Or the times there's a dude going around selling stuff like combs, earrings and all that when suddenly, he looks at you and all of a sudden he is selling toothpaste and drugs to enhance your manhood... WHAT IS UP with that? I know I am not alone. This **** happens to everyone. Its like the gods look down and think, heh, look at that dude, let's have some fun with him.
I might have lied at some point. . . I could be jealous..I may not care to actually acknowledge it coz that's what I do. I chill and refuse to acknowledge stuff and watch as stuff goes by...
... I'll be mildly preoccupied, thinking of nothing else when I'm hangin out...I'll look for some sort of distraction, but that won't work. And even if I did feel something, and i just might...I'll never tell....I am The 0ne
Labels: Repose Reloaded