Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Skinny, Recessive Genes and Cowboy Songs

Maybe the best part of knowing that I don't really belong here is that I'm aware that it's me, not them. Outsiders pay a price for the life that they live and the currency is loneliness. Oh, I don't feel sorry for myself. Not at the moment, anyway. Everybody's lonely. Lotsa' folks just don't realize it.

Nobody was ever waiting for me to make something of myself. I am something.

Me and Popeye- we're just like that.

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