It doesn't take much to make me happy and it takes less to break my heart. Just how beautiful is this old world? Depends on how much beauty you can imagine. I cry and I laugh and sometimes I cry and laugh at the same time. If music doesn't bring you to tears, maybe you're listening to the wrong music.
These holidays are gonna be quiet. Really quiet. I hope ghosts visit. Jamaica's gone and Angel's been gone for awhile. I talk to them. I sing to them.
Plans for thanksgiving dinner center around a banana slathered with peanut butter. Later I plan to dance by myself. Of course I dance like nobody's watching. Nobody's watching.
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