It’s valentines day, or something. Here’s a song about being alone.
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Swimming through water,
And space. My hair is getting long,
And begins to flow. Again.
Or at least tries, as I.
This-
Fictitious memoir of things
That have never happened, Sal.
I’ll speak loud again, someday.
I promise you I will.
I’ll see you again soon, brain.
Story line to a private mind: So I smash the glass, reach in, and turn back the hands- praying that...
So I smash the glass, reach in, and turn back the hands- praying that it somehow take me..
..to a place and time where life was living. Where senseless conversation and comedy were what we promoted. When beer came out of a kinney bag at 6, and we were in the bag by 9.
Bring me back to that…
