Thoughts On The Dead

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I forgot to fall in love.

You put things off ’til tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, but it never turns tomorrow and you wake up at 40 and the house is empty. You put things down and they stay in the same place until you move them. Piles form.

Some things got done. I remembered to stick needles in my arm. I remembered that I was the only person that mattered. I remembered to steal and lie and cheat and skip town in the middle of the night.

Forgot to fall in love.

Maybe next time. Too late now.


  1. I didn’t meet the woman who is now my wife till I was 44. It’s never too late till it’s too late. The best advice I ever got was “don’t deny your self the love that everyone deserves”

  2. Maybe time to relocate to Fillmore West or East?

  3. Go watch a war go flick with bright eyed 17 year olds getting cut down in their prime. Will put things in perspective. Or try to walk a mile in my shit and see how you feel

  4. been there, here again 25 years later
    gonna try that downtown train again, worked once

  5. Luther Von Baconson

    March 2, 2016 at 10:39 am

  6. BULLSHIT. It’s never too late. I’m proof of that.

    LOT’S of people are proof of that.

    As said above, It’s happens when you’re not looking for it and are just being you and liking you for being you.

    Shut the fuck up and start count your blessing

  7. Your timing is probably going to be just right.

    Who knows you might nail this.

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