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>Whistler was a kill time as usual. Nothing I can describe that doesn't normally happen up there.

Feelings of question fill me this evening. Ever stop for a second and not know which fucking way is forward and which way is backward; which way to live and which way to turn?

I sit here clutching useless lists And keys for doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls I tear into the history Show me what it means to me in this world Yeah in this world Cause I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I'll stare straight into the sun And I won't close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind