Two years can be a long time. Bowie says we got three more, but I don't believe him. This here glass that smells of juniper but burns the throat sure does help. The funee thing is that if you take two such persons in a bar and talk such subjects they bob their heads to the same tune before they walk in opposite directions. You'll hear a lot of Doors songs.
But I certainly understand not wanting to play the same old games again; that's where I'm at right now too. Personally, I long for the Geographic Cure -- is that so wrong? April's coming up, and I'm feeling particularly Parisian. That's the complete opposite of being juvinile, pal. The latter would rather just sit there pressing the reset button indefinitely and never advance past Level One. You're over that; kudos.
No one's an island, and no Island is a panacea. Especially Staten. Have you /been/ to the mall here, darling? :) Everything south of the expressway/Victory Blvd. should be given to New Jersey. At least then there'd be no tax on their bland shite -- see? Works out for All Parties.
And don't worry; that fast foward button comes soon enough. School, for all its difficulties, at least varies from day to day, if in nothing more than subject matter learned. Putting in fourty-plus-overtime, on the other hand, makes the weeks fly by. It's like treading water in the Atlantic -- save your salary, there's no more markers; no seagulls or trees to plot your plod. Just the endlees blue. Blue, blue, blue. "Looking forward to happier times on Blue Bayou."
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Two years can be a long time. Bowie says we got three more, but I don't believe him. This here glass that smells of juniper but burns the throat sure does help. The funee thing is that if you take two such persons in a bar and talk such subjects they bob their heads to the same tune before they walk in opposite directions. You'll hear a lot of Doors songs.
But I certainly understand not wanting to play the same old games again; that's where I'm at right now too. Personally, I long for the Geographic Cure -- is that so wrong? April's coming up, and I'm feeling particularly Parisian. That's the complete opposite of being juvinile, pal. The latter would rather just sit there pressing the reset button indefinitely and never advance past Level One. You're over that; kudos.
No one's an island, and no Island is a panacea. Especially Staten. Have you /been/ to the mall here, darling? :) Everything south of the expressway/Victory Blvd. should be given to New Jersey. At least then there'd be no tax on their bland shite -- see? Works out for All Parties.
And don't worry; that fast foward button comes soon enough. School, for all its difficulties, at least varies from day to day, if in nothing more than subject matter learned. Putting in fourty-plus-overtime, on the other hand, makes the weeks fly by. It's like treading water in the Atlantic -- save your salary, there's no more markers; no seagulls or trees to plot your plod. Just the endlees blue. Blue, blue, blue. "Looking forward to happier times on Blue Bayou."
Stay golden,
-mjf
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