I hate people--at least now. Judgemental and vile , at least I only have one more month. I'm going to become a hermit, a recluse because I can't stand a lot of things. The drinking? Oh Christ, make them afraid. The gossip?
Frankly, I was expecting to come unto this creator and be blessed by the muse of God but I have been torn towards virulence. An opiate to satiate the copulation--you've broken my heart.
I want God. I want fear. I want life. I want stability. I'm funny and loud, yes, but the ballast has been offset and my boat is tipping aft.
I'll leave it to Bob Dylan:
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
I just want away. To swim away.
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
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