orchard idea was augmenting by the day,as my design antics get the best of me.My foul mode was parallel to the foul on Becks.Yes,foul and bitter and still i was transfixed to the though of a new challenge.
My life bore the touristic blander-winkingly ironic.How do i put a cherry tone to this?Still i enjoy flirting with charm of a Frenchman after lunch at a Bistro(Mon ami*)With no intentions at all coz that's me,am a descendant of a gene too charming and innocent to understand.Like in that DowneyJr flick(I must say the anticipation and hunger for Sherlocks Holmes was umpteenly filled)
To have been quite obsessed by the need to do away with privilege. In effect, that meant doing away with my own privilege, and thus effacing myself.Self-pity is what we need/i need
