I've cleaned the whole weekend. I knew what I would find. Many books written. Loving messages someone threw and made me cynical smile, hear. And several texts not published before.
The soundtrack of my life is made up of songs that do not usually replay. this weekend, too, I've been trying to remember. Some remind me of many people. Others to anyone or just me. To me at thirteen, with Jimi Hendrix and Guns'N'Roses. To me one time cold, listening to tangos. The start of many of my days, with almost two decades apart, with the first notes of Red Rain by Peter Gabriel. And Man in the Mirror and tears the first time I rang Meat Statue . Fill
garbage bags is therapeutic. Especially when the garbage and not affected.
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