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Sometimes I sit in my room, alone in the dark, with
only the comfort of a slightly scratched record spinning on the turntable to keep
me from dropping head-first into the pit of penultimate darkness.
When there are no more cigarettes and I'm tired
of all my records I'll turn
off the lights and flip through memories as if they were worn
photographs, or old love letters, or a favorite comic book.
Then I'll get up and grab a notebook and
my guitar. I like to write songs about
puppies.
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