Million Dollar Mutton

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mutton

if I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?

wit is educated insolence

show me a sane man and I will cure him for you

don’t be so humble - you are not that great

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If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?	Saturday, June 6, 2009, 9:58 AM What is this KEY everyone is talking about when they got to the big ol' 21? Just what? Key to happiness? To freedom? To get married? To reach euphoric ultimatum? What in the hell's exactly it? I still don't freaking get it. There are still those who have moved on from being 21 yet they're still not sober, still sad, still depressed. Still effing deprived of somewhat that only God knows. snorts Damn. Maybe you got your life all mapped out while you were still young. You have visions of this and that yet now, you're getting to nowhere. Why? Because some people decided THEY should be the one drawing out your future schemes. You tried. Standing up for yourselves yet no one sees you. Voiced out but not a single soul hears you from all that din. Did almost everything crazy, but yet you still lose to life. So what do you do in the end? You get sick and tired of having every start of the day all scheduled. You have to clean the house, or go to school or work. Take care of dying parents or even hard-ass children who never seemed to ever be tired. You're even tired of some people who thinks they should always be around to keep tabs on you like you're some freaking fugitive or something. Better yet for them if they had security cameras to watch your every move. They keep track of who you're going out with, who you're calling, who you're texting with. EVERYTHING. You get tired of them always breathing down your bloody neck every single day. Well, what else ain't worse if they just had to be there when you're talking with someone. What is the word "PRIVATE" if it doesn't mean what it is? They make sure you get to work or school on time and had earlier judged the travelling duration to and back, and would be in manic fits if you missed your curfew even if it was a few minutes late. You get irritated when they call or even come to your workplace, or federation or school to really make sure you're there and shit, confiscate your mobiles, and make sure you really sleep at night. Some of them might even lock in your home keys, and hide the telephones so you wouldn't steal opportunities to use them for pleasure calls to anyone. They keep away the internet modem so you wouldn't have a chance to surf the web at any point of the day. And some would even keep your bank books, cashcards and control your expenditures. But it doesn't stop there. To those who are married, they would probably be the first nosey bollocks to get panicked when you say you would want a divorce. Or maybe for those singles, they would prod you to love someone of their liking, just because they liked what they see. They give opinions that fall pleasant to their eyes, but they don't really understand you. They jump to unbelievable conclusions unexpectedly. All that ass-talk about... "We want you to have a better life." How better is better? Like what? Like when? When is that exact age will you receive that betterment? Some people say they know you better, because they have seen you grow, but they never really have been in your bleeding shoes to obtain the authority to judge you. Some of them think they're old enough and wiser than bloody you, some of them say they're gifted from God to know the present or future to predict. Some think they're just good, and they boast about it. The result? You get nut-squeezed suffocated. It's hell. It's like you have strings attached to your every limb. You feel like there is no point in planning your existence when some people have already taken charge of that. For free. So what do you do? Be a living doll. It's not that you have not tried. You have, but the odds are all against you, so don't waste the effort no more. Some of them think they know everything, what's best for you, what's not. So let them be. It's not worth to argue shit with. Just let them, whoever they are, do the walking and talking. They're sure of giving what SEEMED best for you. You just sit back and enjoy your very own movie. That way, you wouldn't have to lose anything. What could get any worse, right? Because you have been through more shit that's exacerbating, only you felt iy. If you could pull that through alive, you can still. So, good luck. smiles P.S: Your smell still lingers. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton		milliondollarmutton One has fear in front of a goat, in back of a mule, and on every side of a fool. Rabiatul Adawiyah Intelligently 2-W E N T-double E ONE popularly known as Bit they call me Mutton 25 March 1989 Pursuing a Diploma In Applied Psychology Freelance Professional Makeup Artist plugg_screambox@hotmail.com		partnersincrime aLex tHe LiOn cOnDoM GiRL gEntLe giAnt pArt-tiMe LovEr MiLo bLuRcOcK diVinE tEaSeR eEeZaRt aYLaNa dE gYaL KiLaT bUdAk hYpEr miRa iDoRa LuToT bEnGkOk cAyEnNe pOrNsTaR pErNiCiOuS dEaDfAmOuS sLiT eYeS mR fiGhTeR thehoipolloi mOrBiD sUiCiDaL pHaTyN mArShMaLLoW eTty nGiAo nGiAo jApAnEsEdOLL sHyMa hOLmEs eNnJaYy gEmOk oDeNg zEe-Ma-zEe aELfiZiO oNeAy mEeNi miNey mOe kEeLa aPiN gOLdEn pHoEniX LaLa nAd 'O' aCa-bELLiC rAdDy aRsHaNti powerofthepast + June 2009 + July 2009 + August 2009 + September 2009 + October 2009 + November 2009 + December 2009 + January 2010 + February 2010 + March 2010 + April 2010 + May 2010 + June 2010 + July 2010 + August 2010 + September 2010 + October 2010 + December 2010		theverbaldiarrhoea