Reality is going ahead with life, knowing no plans are for real. Plans change. One day you are in love, and the next day you are in love with someone else. Reality is single. Absolute. Vodka.
Reality is rain in Bombay following a sunny afternoon. Reality is the excuse for broken hearts. Reality is the dead end of arguments. Reality is the pitstop for all forlorn ambitions.
Reality is the cowdung sticking to your expensive shoes. Reality is the cow dung on the road. Reality is alcohol. Oh wait, reality is NOT alcohol :-)
Reality is for real.
2 comments:
In russian reversal, reality is alcohol becomes alcohol is reality :-)
reality is anything but real, i'd say. (i know, that is exactly the reason why this isnt my blog)
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