Jul 2019
Perhaps we are always alone, you know
Even when we breathe each other
And touch each other
We’re not each other
And life is probably better this way
For if you find fault with yourself
The blame is one
And not two
It’s much better waking up in the morning
Alone, and not being wrong about anything
Even when we breathe each other
And touch each other
We’re not each other
And life is probably better this way
For if you find fault with yourself
The blame is one
And not two
It’s much better waking up in the morning
Alone, and not being wrong about anything
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Written by
Lawrence Hall
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