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Jan 2015
I  had the chance to have a conversation with a madman .
But I never was a fan of talking to myself besides I had nothing new to say.
We often find ourselves trapped lost in worry over what others may think.

I truly never gave a **** .
Call it ego call it whatever you care to because I wont be listening to begin with.

The only critic that matters is the one that stares back at you in the mirror.
Spider Murphy
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Spider Murphy  On the road
(On the road)   
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   --- and Helen
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