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I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can.

I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope

You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

I'm here, got no choice. But you, you should be telling people.

Comedy is easy. First, people have to fall down. Next, include someone a little hefty. It's a hoot.