troubadour

I have become comfortably numb, I've done nothing but the show for the past 4 weeks and now I don't know whether I'm pissed off with it, or bored, either way I look forward to it in the morning and loath it by the time I go to bed, still by Sunday it'll all be over and hopefully the hard work will have counted for something.

My feet have been getting awful itchy in this town over the last couple of months and I kinda feel like the walls are closing in a bit, I gotta change the scene soon or I'm gonna go mental.

In my dreams I'm walking through fire with intense heat but I don't pay attention to dreams.

Few weeks back I saw my great-auntie and she looked into my eyes and remarked 'you're an angry young man'. I've never been described like that berfore and yet I get a strange sense it's true.

What happened to that future they told our fathers about? That by now we'd all have free love and flying about the in super jets, london to new york:30 mins, the world would no longer be divided and everywhere would be our local. And yes to a certain degree the world has got smaller because we're all chatting away on the internet but I know even know if all these pretty people are even real.

IS THERE ANYBODY FUCKING OUT THERE?