(Hello.) Carry out another lost
(cause) of my problem is that I (lack) of feeling and attachment from (her) eyes never look my (way) to Hell and back is littered with (my intentions) were in my own (self interest) is all I have left. So force it down Force down another swig of reason There is no way to deny it's keen, enlightening stare Now you're forcing me to quit But I'm withdrawing of my own accord The words are flowing inward and outward But there's no way to judge how they're received If the reception takes place at all anymore For I've watched the next scene in this play Where the small town boy finds his voice And he tells the big city girl about his feelings And the curtain closes with a sense of dejection The crowd all rising in protest of the woman And how she couldn't show him the time of day And how they really all know about the big city boy But they can't tell small town boy; that's not the way shows are run And when the curtain opens up again The. crowd has already left Because like the man in the play They know it never really gets any better That this is Broadway in modern times Pessimism It's all that you'll ever see That's all I ever see I'm a fair actor though So I'm going to front that it doesn't affect me But what I really want you to know is this: You have played your part for far too long And now, much like the crowd, I, too, will be departing.
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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