Leaf blower, dog barking at leaf blower, idiot toddlers screaming at the dog, vociferous neighbors bellowing over dog and idiots and blower…and I have a sore throat. Not even out of bed yet and I already have to contend with this. How the hell is a man be expected to write the most important, insightful, even prescient book about the mysteries of the human mind since Freud’s “The Ego and the Id,” when he has to wake up to…this?
Jesus.
N.P.” “Walking on a Dream” – Empire of the Sun
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