in this double post; i can conclude that i was wrong to expect something to work even when it generates money.
i think back about an investment that i made that caused many hours of drinking when it all broke down.
i can still feel the trembling, the numbness, the yelling, the suffering. sometimes through the night, i dream about that beautiful dream only to realize it has vanished. i suddenly twitch out of anger and wake up to find 3 holes in the wall. but nothing, nothing has caused me such great harm as this... the death of something beautiful, so tender.
5 years ago, a young man of endless promise was going places. all he needed was a way to get there. he found it, on a commercial ad on youtube, through the years, the journey had unexpected turns, and some unwanted passengers.....
there are several kinds of love......... one kind of love begins with..... misplaced desire..... and degenerates into a hell of misery and despair!
but i digress... then there's the kind of love when only turns on when asked and turns on beautifully. the kind of love which makes you feel young when you go for a ride..
farewell, my sweet chariot of youth.......
/cries
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