Everything must go. I cannot picture it. Anyone want a keyboard? I think the thing cost $1500. Back in 1995. And an acoustic guitar. The language is leaving me. Which I suppose is just as well. One learns anew, one learns again, one learns what he presently needs to know.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. This is an old saying which most people never really get. We just keep wondering why.
It seems that life's various punitive damages are conspiring more and more to corner me. Everything falls into line with the progress of an increasingly apparent fate. At last it becomes not a matter of choice but of necessity. I wonder if our personal destinies are foregone conclusions from the outset, freedom only an illusion, process pressed upon us, not an invention but a conceit.
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What's going on Richard? You sound so very sad and despondent.
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