this is where it hurts the most.
my body aches all over, I forgot to shave, and the show is in less than
3 hours away.
I barely got on the train, squeezing through the doors. my only hope is
that God plays through me - I’m too tired to craft or contrive.
that’s where it is - I can only hope for the exhaustion to breed truth,
unvarnished truth.
it’s sunday now, forgat to shave again -
on my way in to tonight’s performance.
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I’ll appreciate monday”s rest, as always…
can’t get ahead of myself, though -
I can only think about now.
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I liked this one, too.
Seems to fit multiple days of shows, though.