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Thursday, July 21, 2005

Crumpled sheets of Heartbreak Hotel...

Tired, broken, drifter.
Teeter, reel and stagger.

Did you take my breath away?
A journey down a hot asphalt highway.
The Crystal gazers didn’t foretell.
Crumpled sheets of Heartbreak Hotel.

Labels: Fiction

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If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance.