The doom prophet walks in and says,
"I can feel the isolation sweating from my pores."
& I can dig what he means.
He's talking about the smell of honeysuckle dying on a withered vine
He's talking about the feeling of missing a high school dance while everybody has a date on the inside, meanwhile you're tied to fear and a worthless suit with two worthless tickets tucked safely inside of a breast pocket, parked by a garbage bin on the outside
He's talking about working in the rain with holes in the shoes and burn marks on the soul but you got up at 5 AM anyway and went to work knowing the whole day was going to be like this...
He's talking about life
You get kids and bills and s***that won't go away, if you're lucky...
Get over it.
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