That's the title of one of my favourite songs. The most lethal, the most essential thing is to hear your own voice. Also, keeping up with the idea of writing as catharsis, this one blog is dedicated all to myself. More Solipsism would be hard to find. And I like it like that. Oh, and this is a queer (and self-proclaimed 'ADULT') blog so go ahead, make your day... mine is done.
I know, I know. Why do you live here, then? Why aren't you in your country, blah, blah, blah. Fuck it. This country is fucked up and I know it. Sad part is, like in a bad relationship, the weak sould hopes for the lesser of two evils rather than move on to something that could be better. You go, Madge. You just made my day.