Musesickhell Apeetude
I need to have a place to play music all the time. I could have a lot more fun if I could. Next time maybe I will just play the piano, then I won't get messed up by the short strap on Neal Dimick's guitar, or maybe play Fripp style and sit. Naaaah I like standing.
Almost done with Finnegan's Wake. It will be strange when I read a book with a story, that's not full of invented words. More on that later: this is supposed to be about musesick.
I belonged nowhere/
I loved no one/
and no one ever cared/
especially me
So I drifted/
was I a phantom?/
the nightmare endless/
as I was meant to be?
No tears could I cry/
as I felt the laughter die/
consumed by the pain/
that at last drove me insane/
as I sang the song/
that would have no refrain
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