The lyrics I put up yesterday seem to have a comforting affect on me for some reason. I don't quite understand this. They seem to be like an old friend sitting out there to comfort me. I think it is that the message the lyrics deliver are comforting - kind of like when the world is going to hell, I always have the comforting fact that I am a real piece of shit to fall back on.
Boy, I gotta break this one, huh? To think of yourself as a piece of shit is a real dangerous way of thinking. That is to say, I think you are what you think.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
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