Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Maybe Every Man Is An Island

Do you suppose that work is something to keep our minds off of our sad existence? I'm just asking. Why don't we just hang around loving? I guess I would play rock'n'roll and do pretty much what I'm doing.

Sometimes, though, I feel like I'm missing parts. I'm thinking that maybe I need to make a new record every day. Even that high lasts for only a short time.

I'm pretty sure that hell is the blues. Dang.

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