Saturday, June 11, 2011

The ecstasy of a rebel is always brighter than the joy of a conformist. Trance, frenzy, a complete abstraction. Shining like a midnight sun, scorching like a full moon. The stage is never planned for a reformist; he would never go loud.

3 comments:

Blah. said...

so.damn.true. :)

1:41 PM
Komal Ali said...

Love it. <3

11:50 AM
Noor Ali said...

@ Sab: Haina! :)

@ Komal: Thank you!

12:06 PM

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