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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Archive from October 16, 2007

Entry for October 16, 2007

If God has created anything gloomier than the low lying, gun barrel blue evening clouds of October I have yet to see it. The falling leaves have left barren patches in the tree line, with the remaining leaves favoring the color of skin lesions from secondary syphilis. Bourbon offers no comfort; it just digs a hole below what would be rock bottom for anyone with sanity. Still another drink will splash to see where the hole will lead. Life is what it is. Depression is just one room of many in the house called life. How many rooms still to visit? So far, all rooms have had doors that lead back to here. There is no hurry; depression is the only room left where it is still acceptable to smoke a good cigar. We will see what the next room holds as soon as the tobacco runs out.

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