Anyhow...
...reality has reared it's ugly head again.
I don't think I know who I am any longer.
A man?
A piercer/tattoo artist?
Railroad worker?
Son?
A father?
A damn good lay?
Just a speck on the face of reality?
Am I back to being a blade of grass on the lawn of the universe?
Is this another rant about microcosms? Is it lupus? Is it??!!!?? Damn you, Costanza.
What is it that defines a man (or woman, or person, so as not to be sexist)?
Anyone?
When does a man come around?
Just how many licks does it take?
At least my hair looks good
I don't think I know who I am any longer.
A man?
A piercer/tattoo artist?
Railroad worker?
Son?
A father?
A damn good lay?
Just a speck on the face of reality?
Am I back to being a blade of grass on the lawn of the universe?
Is this another rant about microcosms? Is it lupus? Is it??!!!?? Damn you, Costanza.
What is it that defines a man (or woman, or person, so as not to be sexist)?
Anyone?
When does a man come around?
Just how many licks does it take?
At least my hair looks good