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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