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- You believed in their stories of fame, fortune, and glory. Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age. The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide...behind brown and mild eyes.
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4 comments:
Nice. To follow up on my earlier posts, here is my favorite line from Thomas Hardy: "The sun was resting on the hill like a drop of blood on an eyelid..."
Lot a space, it seems, where you are. That is nice. Blood on your eyelid, also very nice. Could be a good band name. Did you move to The Shire to finally form that rock 'n roll band? Can I join? I got an amp and a truck to haul it in, isn't that how JPJ got in?
I can breathe through my eyelids. Unless my chakra's are jammed. I like that quote. Does the name Joseph Conrad mean anything to you? I saw his house in London.
Conrad rocks as well..."The horror!"
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