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So I realized that today my life has little or no meaning to it.
Gay men are shallow.
Oh Happy New Year.
Not that my life needs meaning, but it would be nice to have some.
I have decided to read “Brave New World” again.
I need to get back to what is me.
I need to get back to the reading, the work and going out once a week.
I move ( Read more... )
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I love you.
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She comes and look now how you are the fireside
I'm watching, she's waiting to show you the pearls in her Betsy Clark eyes
She sighs the whistling winds you sail in
She cries and you are alive
She's saying she's sorry and oh,
For ninety seven days that should have been an hour
I know it's all you can do when she's so very near
Praise be the King of the settee and his Guenivere
I'll get up and go out and no doubt
You're giving it all to her
The ninety-seven days the fifteen blessed hours
And it's easy as it goes, so am I
How and hour of ninety days will soon run out of time
The weight of the world has the head in your hands
You're sorry and sick and you know
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