Lost on a telephone line
I’m getting old and it’s destroying me. The things that annoy me these days, well, they shouldn’t. I go through the world making a joke out of everything, which is fine, very good actually, keep life light and let things happen around you instead of bothering you.
But now I need change. Large and drastic. Things come into my life and disappear just the same, leaving a gaping aching hole that needs filled with extreme dishevel. Staunch determinism and a lofty set of goals, mixed with just the right amount of luck and balls, well, that ought to get me where I’m fixin’ to be.
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