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GOODBYE BASS BOY
there is so much that i don't understand.
y'know, sometimes i think about things and it all gets kinda kooked up.
i mean no-one wants to live forever, right? but how to make sense of this window of sentience?
to me, you will always be the shy young man with the melted bass guitar.
now, you are frozen in my time for as long as i am able to sustain my own window. you will grow old no more.
we have been to the moon, to everest, the poles and to the deeps. every cloudless night we look up and see the past.
but for what purpose are our perceptions so narrow-mindedly handcuffed to these tears-in-rain moments that play out in our gutter?
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