Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Just Hold Me, Dammit

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“C’mere, Bob.”

“Are we hugging?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Feels good to hug.”

“This is happening.”

“We’re pressing our friendship together.”

“How long is this lasting?”

“Shh.”

“Please don’t–”

“Shh.”

“–‘Shh’ me in my ear and you did it again.”

“Hold me closer, Tiny Bob Weir.”

“I’m not tiny and lemme go.”

“Go with the moment.”

“let the moment end.”

“Go with the moment.”

“Let the moment end.”

“Go with–”

STRUGGLESTRUGGLE

“Okay.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I felt a bit claustrophobic in there. Also, you know: people are taking pictures.”

“Who?”

“Guy named David Clark.”

“David W. Clark?”

“Yup.”

“They let him out?”

“Apparently.”

1 Comment

  1. Survivors. Most of their friends died decades ago, they got lucky.

    Rock and Roll is brutal.

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