Apr 10, 2008

First move

Then I started to realize the existence of free press and undying rights to show the naked truth about life, love and death. I exist with eyes blindfolded, with mouth tied and handcuff in my wrist. I am prisoner of fear, a paranoid of something which do not exist. Afraid of losing it all just because of my eagerness to stand by my own feet alone and started to tell stories about my life, carrier, and the love of my life. As i started to turn it on, my mind starts to destroy the obstacles which prevents me in spreading my own virus that can either destroy or build. The Trashman will now reveal what is inside his trashbag. This is the first move, first step in the line, enduring it all, blogging it all...