Friday, June 1, 2012
Rant for Sunday
I give pretty good advice consistently
I drink too much
And I talk too much
I don't listen well
My opinions are way too strong
My life is too fucking short
And I'm too old for my years
I'm too old to pretend I can still keep making these mistakes
Quit smoking and won't start again
At some point convinced I wouldn't commit suicide before lung cancer would matter
Now I've got a permanent cough
Maybe it's too late
Maybe that doesn't matter, maybe
It's nothing new
The only thing I know for sure
It's all been done before
Spokes go around on the wheel
In some other time, some other age, some other year
In some other dimension
Am I thinking about this me?
Am I giving up there, am I persisting here?
Am I a fucking millionaire somewhere else 7 dimensions off?
In a different time, in a place far away from here
But forget it, it never fucking mattered
I'm still sitting on my living room floor shirtless with an empty beer
More old, dug up, down to earth stuff
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