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| 23.09.04 Dresden, Germany. 25.09.04 En route to Mumbai, India. Oh, crap. 30.09.04 Palolem, Goa, India. This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Yoga on the beach and sun in the brain. Barefoot island exploration. 27.11.04 Thanksgiving in Vegas. One of the strangest nights of my life. 29.11.04 Tucson, Arizona, USA What the hell am I doing here? Endless suburbia with no downtown. |
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| He thinks well at least he is thinking his own thoughts but then he thinks maybe he is not because he realizes nothing comes from nothing so he doesn't really ever create anything everything comes from someplace else so he thinks maybe it is useless to try to create or interfere with inertia and entropy just let them go and try to find a girl who is really cool and settle down and have a child or two and raise them well but he needs a home and where not here certainly not Germany what a nightmare not the States either it's such a mess with crime and careless spite and so where then he thinks and travels and for the life of him he cannot find a place where he is willing to raise a child and so is not open to finding the cool girl and so is only getting older and tired of fighting for a little space in this shithole he knows he just needs one original idea just one anything to help him see the thing that is right in front of his face that he knows that he is missing he has shed most of the addictions he has learned how to learn and it's always just enough to make him feel strong but off balance capable but ineffective and completely void of an original thought. | |||||||||||||||
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