Student loans, pay yourself please so that I might be able to be free of debt for simply wanting to learn about books.
Family, love thyself and thy neighbors and their neighbors and everyone who has or has had neighbors in their life.
Books, bless you and your words and your funny little quips that come about suddenly and make me smile to myself even when that isn't easy.
Bass guitar, why don't angels play you instead of harps? I see parades of risen ones stroking long necks of 1960s' SGs with endless stacks of Orange amps in tow: the gospel according to low end.
Train windows, I thank you for letting everything go by fast enough so that my eyes feel like they have to keep up with all that is happening. You are better than TV because you actually ask my senses to do some goddamn work.
Friends, what's wrong with you? Why do we all feel so low? Our lives are the product of beautiful dysfunction. Embrace it. Push it away. Leave those days behind. Establish yourself as a representative for the optimists' club.
Self, __________________________________________!
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