Friday, October 30, 2015

Hey, Hot Rod

My so-called sanity seems to have gone on something of a fireman's schedule. You know, forty eight hours on, forty eight off. Who cares?

Yeah, I've got a joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart. All that joy mixes with anxiety and depression like potassium and chlorine, and next thing you know I'm overcome with despair. Bear hunts, dogs and cats with nobody for them. Some days I feel like a receptacle for a broken heart looking for a cause.

The sun will come up and I'll get to go on the radio. I can send messages through music that I love. Does anybody receive my messages?

Who cares?

Keep an eye on me. I'm on a tear.

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