Three Degrees of Trevor.
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It's been over a week, or maybe a week exactly since I've last written to you. Has it been liberating? Eh. I have had to write a lot about things on my mind but they've mostly been going into songs. I wish I was as clever a lyricist as Puse, but for some reason I'm never really proud of my lyrics. That's not to say I can't be a cunning linguist; my tongue is as sharp as ever, but my wit isn't always behind it. Oh well.
Balance. It's more or less the extent of my religion. That hardly covers the subject though.
Random Balance. That would be more accurate if it made any sense.
Random Balanced Occurrences. Warmer, but something still doesn't seem right...
I guess at this point I should recommend reading an except from Kurt Vonnegut's A Man Without A Country. Pretty much all of chapter 3 should cover the point I am unable to make tonight. It's also generally a good read and this is my sales pitch. You can also be sure I'm not on Vonnegut's payroll for this because he won't be making any money from it because he is dead. So it goes.
Well, my eyes burn and I could use the comfort of a dream tonight. Here's to wishing I was spending the night with you.
huh, I really mean you again.
I think things are going to be alright for four particular people.
I don't want to be selfish though, I want all my friends to find happiness. I'm keeping an eye out. That's all I'm saying tonight.
Goodnight friends.
Trevor
It's been over a week, or maybe a week exactly since I've last written to you. Has it been liberating? Eh. I have had to write a lot about things on my mind but they've mostly been going into songs. I wish I was as clever a lyricist as Puse, but for some reason I'm never really proud of my lyrics. That's not to say I can't be a cunning linguist; my tongue is as sharp as ever, but my wit isn't always behind it. Oh well.
Balance. It's more or less the extent of my religion. That hardly covers the subject though.
Random Balance. That would be more accurate if it made any sense.
Random Balanced Occurrences. Warmer, but something still doesn't seem right...
I guess at this point I should recommend reading an except from Kurt Vonnegut's A Man Without A Country. Pretty much all of chapter 3 should cover the point I am unable to make tonight. It's also generally a good read and this is my sales pitch. You can also be sure I'm not on Vonnegut's payroll for this because he won't be making any money from it because he is dead. So it goes.
Well, my eyes burn and I could use the comfort of a dream tonight. Here's to wishing I was spending the night with you.
huh, I really mean you again.
I think things are going to be alright for four particular people.
I don't want to be selfish though, I want all my friends to find happiness. I'm keeping an eye out. That's all I'm saying tonight.
Goodnight friends.
Trevor