These circles...sometimes I look for the beginning. The beginning of me, often makes me sad, so I do like so many, and usually reside somewhere in the middle. Trouble with that is, it's dangerous- because if you forget the beginning, then you've really no middle, and one tends to believe the middle as the origin; which I'm finding out leads to a much more gruesome end. Then certainly there's the townies or the ne'er changers. "Hell, born and raised man born and raised!!" They're worse in their own way. There are those that have stopped entirely because they've figured it all out. These are surely the worst. They know. Just ask them. Ah but then there are the enders. They're that proverbial nail always looking for the coffin.
So what then do I have to look upon as examples?
Do I seek the end? Or do I turn steadily in the center of nothingness back to nothingness back to strip malls and payday loan stores across from grocery stores across from trailer parks across from duplexes down the road from some houses next to some apartments by the church across from the bar......?????
Do I go back to the beginning, to my "first love" as they like to put it? and then in turn to the middle? I guess there are different middles? Is this circle also like a fucking tree? If so I'm in some fucking trouble...these circles...
"...of course I was raised to gather courage
from those lofty tales so tried and true...
If you're able, I'd suggest it, cause this
modern thought can get the best of you..." (the shins)
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