horsing it!

so, starting it off from where i'd left it last (ref : "Nightmares" on Roobishes Galore)

it was a lame attempt of trying to draw parallel between horse (inclusive of all the species of it) and dreams (inclusive of all the other term by which it is known).. and yes, i don't even want to get started on Freud! (there is a very strong and definite reason for me to completely detest that man.. and to think that at some point of my life, i really used to consider that man with extreme high regards.. well, follies of the naive me.)

so, getting back and away from Freud.

and well, i will try to steer clear form the horse analogy too. i wonder if tea-leaves or coffee residuals also work the same way? 

i'm deviating again..

well, its three on three.. 

Sunday blabber.. after a long long time..

ahh well.. it feels good in a different way, fosho! 

winging it?

nah! it's more like horsing it around!

hell yeah!

horsing it!

and how!

*neeeiiiiggghhhhh!*

p.s. Haddock! you're being missed.. SORELY!