it’s like trying to make a mad dash to the finishing line on an oiled track with a dozen of blind horses and pigs x-crossing your route every 4 seconds while holding on to a shock activated nuclear explosive and getting your face tattooed authentic thai style as norah jones whispers “sunrise, sunrise” to your ears all at the same time.
that’s what it feels like riding in a drizzle in Singapore.
mind body soul fucked in 3 complete levels.
fuck this
I need a 4 wheeler.
(with a retracting top, please.)