Live and love. Everything is loss and gain Everything we gain is in a lost moment. Every second we gain is instantly behind us before we even know we ever had it. Tick tick tick. Tock.
Billy Pilgrim comes unstuck in time. August becomes September, I get older.
(so do you).
Classes start and books get printed trees are felled, for the yellow pages and the white pages and the purple green pages. Phone calls are made. AND SUDDENLY oceans of chemicals in the bleaching process. Oceans are chemicals in the bleaching process.
They're bleached like bones.
The story of Gram Parsons; a make-shift cremation. His music didn't burn like that. Or maybe his music burned like that.
They're giving it away.
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