"ready to forgive and forget any first abuse, tolerate it the second time, but never forgive nor tolerate on the third offence" - Tshiluba
And so my aunt just bought me an android phone (don't really fancy HTC but I mean, I can't complain can I?). I thought today's going to be a good day but it just stops there.
The furies transmogrified, the cheery harpies shriek by dusk. I thought that will be the last, but a leopard never changes its spot, like how the shepherd will continue the menial task of herding sheep in ennui. This cyclical life tumbles forever syncing. Anti-fashion? How oxymoronic. The most hipster of even the most obscure fashion sub-culture. And sure, just because you intern at a "prestigious" magazine that does not mean you are a walking fashion almanac.
As a piece itself, its not anti-fashion. Pardon me for my disbelief. And atrocious grammar. And the lack of a consistent house style together with pretentious garbled words on my posts which you will probably won't understand anyway.
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