Monday, February 01, 2010


Soul prostitution.

I want to sell the stories of my heart and soul to some expert. Ironically, I want to be that expert in years to come. And I'd be somewhat like the pimp to the drowning souls. 200 dollars per hour maybe?

Gaddem, I need a Jungian of my own. Or you could start acknowledging the connotations.

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier.
- the Killers.

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