for believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters.
Yeah - most people who ask really don't want to know. I'd like to do better than just making it through...work in progress.
Sometimes you just get by. You don't know how. And you don't know why. Nice poetic capture of a survival instinct that most of us rely on every day, whether we're conscious of doing so or not. Amen -- I'd like to ram an Apple phone up a clone's orifice. That's the Bazan tune I heard on the Seattle station the other day.
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