Delusional old man demands God smite his enemies, only to find out he is the enemy.
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Going, going … soon to be gone.
“Oh, yeah,
Life is bad,
Gloom and misery everywhere,
Stormy weather, Stormy weather,
And I just can’t get my poor self together,
Oh, I’m weary all of the time,
So weary all of the time”
(with apologies to Etta James)
God!, playing tomorrow, please a hole in one would boost my knowing of my self belief in me, and not let losers contaminate my self. my self being.
Going, going … soon to be gone.
“Oh, yeah,
Life is bad,
Gloom and misery everywhere,
Stormy weather, Stormy weather,
And I just can’t get my poor self together,
Oh, I’m weary all of the time,
So weary all of the time”
(with apologies to Etta James)
God!, playing tomorrow, please a hole in one would boost my knowing of my self belief in me, and not let losers contaminate my self. my self being.
Look at me look at me look at me.
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