"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.
But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken.
It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.
He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Friday, March 26, 2010
Frank Turner :: Photosynthesis
Oh maturity's a wrapped up package deal, so it seems
And ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams
All your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you you will
Have to grow up, be an adult--yeah, be bored and unfulfilled
Oh but no one's yet explained to me exactly what's so great
About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate:
"Look, I'm meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity"
Well if that's your road, then take it, but it's not the road for me...
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