Hey all, I should begin by saying,"........by the time
I get to Phoenix she won't no where I am. It all happened
so quickly and I had such good intentions. Well, uummmmaa
aa my disablity check for February is all been spent, gone
long gone, so thats where I'm going, long far away. Maybe
a roaming musical gypsy wagon will offer me something to
help them and I can dance and fling myself about in total
abandonment with silk pants and bells on the shoes. Then
I possible could board a freighter going to the far east
where I could rent out a few junks for those who fish
and meet a cute and honest china girl. Oh, I also forgot
to say my credit card is maxed. Maybe an expedition to the
south seas, I could live on an island and then come home
again when everyone is happy, 4 weeks should do it.
SAD, SO SAD, la la la la la la See ya DB
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I've been mentally ill for 23 years. My first sting was hard to overcome, it accompanied a severe attempt at taking my life. By the time my fourties came I knew I couldn't play denial any longer and I came into a small town to try and make a living. Now I feel I finally belong and things are making better sense. Yes.
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