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I'm working long hours now...in the afternoon too...,
sometimes in the morning.Six days a week,


All the animals come out at night. Whores, skunk
pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies.

Sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and
wash all this scum off the streets.
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Twelve hours of work, and I still can't sleep. Damn.
The days go on and on. They don't end.
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Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere.
In bars, in cars...sidewalks, stores, everywhere.

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There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
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My life has taken another turn again.
The days move along with regularity, over and over.
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One day indistinguishable from the next.
A long continuous chain.


Then suddenly, there is a change.
Travis Bickle - Taxi Driver >
[link] Mean Streets
As always special thanx to Saint Bazza of the Imaculate Style Sheets

for the journal design ~
BarryGreenland
How's the family, darlin'?
The kids are doin' fine Honey, thanx for askin'
bravo!