i'm thinking
as i'm listening to blind willie mctell
by dylan
the st. james hotel
st. reminds me of my apartment in oskarshamn
where i lived eight years
and after that hit hour, it was mostly hitting the bottle
like no other, the first, second  < pascal just slammed the door > , and pending third breakdown
had to lower the volume
essence huxley mescaline term i'm already in correctional care
government and psych. has fancy names to put you there
and this poem didn't really go where i wanted
so the lastest heartbreak OR WHATEVER
there is lessons, there are lessons, as the song hit repeat, pascal did a repeat of slamming doors about four lines, up, as well
what the hell
bruised and battered
i shuffle throught the heartaches and pain
a bigger romantic through my Satan father
why bother
well i don't want to end the poem on him... or it
well don't do that .
since you liked the poem
start over
< pascal just slammed the door again, note: no more notes in this piece of further potentiel slamming of the door by pascal >
i'm thinking
as i'm listening to blind willie mctell
by dylan
the st. james hotel
miss delilah
see ya
best strategy: not to feel or think
i'm thinking this is the best strategy, but who knows what is going to happen