04 January, 2003 I Come, Not to Bury...
Another show, another eulogy. Strange to still be standing, delivering the remembrances to an empty studio. Incomplete. Unfinished. Unrealized. Disappearing, fast, so many who effect positive influence, make a joyful noise, rouse the spirit. Narrowing paths for those who remain. Roads less defined. Destinations less clear. As it always has been. Then again, the purpose may reveal itself when least expected. If the will endures. Damn, do I need to get laid.
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