"You get all squeezed up inside
Like your days were carved in stone
You get a riled up inside
And it's bad to be alone
You can go out, you can take a ride
You can get out on your own
You get all smoothed out inside
And it's good to be alone".
Except I can't... no car.
The stuff from my paper journal... started on my birthday...
I relabel it a DE-COMPOSITION NOTEBOOK and titled it the "Journal of a dying man" since it's all downhill from here.
This summer... Alessandro Volta IS... Alex Volt.. IN... Potential for Disaster.
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