There is erosion out on the far edges of me. Far edges because I think I'm pulled in tight. And there is crumbling out there and I'm watching it all with a strange calm, wondering at it like I'd wonder at the stucco cracking. Life isn't spinning out of control. It's more of a saunter. There is no interesting thing that happens at the end of that out of control, unfortunately. I'd like a good story to tell, of madness and despair and guns and firetrucks. But honestly, that's just in the movies. In real life, once you've sauntered out of control the only difference is a different batch of shitty things crop up in your life. How dull am I that I can't even lose control in a way that would grab my own attention?
I could really use a little something interesting right now. I'm not even going to go so far as to ask for exciting.
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Love it! Will try not to come over all 'Yeah man, know that feeling, I really dig what you're saying' But, yeah man, know that feeling, I really dig what you're saying. Or maybe it's just the wine!
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