bucolic

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

Looks like I won't lose the leg below the knee after all ! ! ! ! !

So I got the official word from the doctor today. There is a 80% chance the leg might be lost from the knee down.

Today I stink of sweat, wine, and desperation.

fuck this.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.
Send my credentials to the house of detention.

Talk to me.

KTHXBAI.

Take the highway to the end of the night
End of the night, end of the night
Take a journey to the bright midnight
End of the night, end of the night


For years I've been searching. Searching for something I haven't been able to find anywhere. At times, I thought I had come close. But what I reached for shimmered away like a heat...
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Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town

Yeah!

Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it

Yeah!

Strange days have found...
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