We do it for money.
But just like love and cocaine, you don’t have to NEED it.
That’s what fucks up a particular type of persons.
Grip.
And I’ll find a little nugget of knowledge in a song lyric,
“see this rock that you hold on to”
“imagine if you let go”
I dunno man.I kinda just wanted to play guitar, get Stoned and look at trees and stuff, maybe type some nonsense if I get the mood.
I don’t know, I don’t know about any of this.
But I won’t let it destroy me. And I won’t let it change how I treat people. It’s not good enough to live and die for. Neither is having people clap at your (or boo at you).
I don’t know. I’ll do today. That’s a fine place to start. And sometimes I’m so grateful that no children depend on me, because I just don’t fuckin know.
What would you tell a child?
“don’t trust people, mankind can never have enough and they want to take it from you, we are only a clever bacteria”
But try to enjoy your existence.
Joyce jet ski is pretty cool though, very heavy reading,but I like it. Even if I can only retain a few pages at a time.
dawn 