We all go through bad times sometimes a bad life but why do we wade constantly through the same shit left over from previous lives? Why don't we scrape it off and throw it back? God only knows where we're going but let's not stand on formalities dance a dance on broken legs shout from the top of tables reach out towards figures carved in plastic stumble into an oasis of fire crawl past rusted images of guilt into an arena of pain and vision
Reason for writing:
Like many of you, I guess, the twin burdens of obsolescence and irrelevance have weighed on some of the important decisions I have (or haven't) made in my life.
It's a constant battle!
What do you think?
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