The Skids
I have learned, sitting here, alone, that no longer am I to be immortal.
Yet I have to be weary. Only the slightest movement could be the worst
catastrophe that has ever appeared in this span of a bewildering life. Hey!
I’m telling you that every thing is going to be okay. If I keep thinking this
way it will be very apparent that a clock will be in my mechanical future.
That is where it will begin. A longing for soup is all that keeps me in a state
of total malfunction. Is that where the confusion sets in? No. It tends to
come around at the most uncomfortable times. Why? Are we aware? The mind
starts to shrink at the first sign of absence. Please be careful not to let
your head swell. I hope you have paid attention to everything I’ve been
telling you. I’m not here to complain, but I must say that when the world is
stacked against you, you really have no where to go. Family? Friends? None
of these are adequate enough to pull you out of a deep, powerful depression.
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