"well love is a slop-bucket and we are the children of awareness but our courage has yet to manifest itself within our floating community ... we put down the merchants, the [bs'ers], the hustlers and we sit around and it's all the same and there's nothing new under the sun and free food seems a long time gone because we're playing the game of the 1930's we're the new cry babies and james dean's tears have finally taken root in a shallow weak kneed series of cabals which expect someone to take care of their livin'. some revolution"
Printed by the Communication Company on April 20, 1967
Well, I'm trying an experiment. I changed my major, from music to history/english. We'll see how I feel at the end of the summer. If I can't bear it anymore, then I know I made the wrong decision. If I'm excited about it, then I know I made the right decision. Then we'll go through the semester and take stock of how my life is either in shambles or not then. I love music. But music is not greater than life.
I am never going to finish this history paper...
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