HOW IS IT?
How is it when I'm down I want
to fall, drop to the great abyss, and
when I'm up I want to fly, soar on,
above all this? Does it make any
sense that black tentacles appear
to be wrapped around my throat.
Am I about to disappear?
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Some days I'm so tired of life's
sleazy gimmicks ; I'd rather ride
with Custer and go out on my
blitz, losing a scalp would be
nothing to this.
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