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"Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever, never seein' no one nice again, like you..."
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10/26/01 Well. Well... Here's my half cent's worth. Food. Automobiles. The internet. Beware. Underneath all my cheerfulness, I have this fatalistic... thing. blanket. a major sense of "what's the point?" I find myself trying to carry on as usual. finding futile romances. leading a freelance life that keeps me at home. watching keanu reeves movies. eating cheese. living in an ever-shrinking world of people... but it's hard to maintain. it's hard to keep up that happy "normal" front. deep down I just want to sell everything and party until I drop dead. hmm... maybe I'm living life backwards...  I think there's something here we learned as children. A lesson we learned from angry fathers. And from the neighborhood bully. Terrorism works. And meanwhile, back on the love front... Nada. Still friends. That's a good thing. That's a good thing. That's... a ...sonofabitch  |
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