In My Years I Have Buried Thousands of Lesser People...
In My Years I Have Buried Thousands of Lesser People... They were all those that pretended to be me in so very many yesterdays. I am no more the man that arrived at University in 1978 than I am the boy that stood naked with pilfered scallions. I am, today, not the man that inhabited my place in the mystical day that came before.
Being Ill brings depression so much closer to the surface. the division of energies i guess.
Being Ill brings depression so much closer to the surface. the division of energies i guess.