Music I once listened to on headphones while mowing the yard is now available as middle-aged combo nostalgia stuff. I am no longer Cool. I'm not even near Cool. The light from Cool will not reach me for millions of years. The word Cool seems dorky and outdated.
I would say I should just die, but that probably happened years ago. I should go rot.
See you tomorrow.
Decompose, out
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1 comment:
Sounds like I'm not the only one feeling old! :-)
You have a great command of the English language - have you considered a career in writing? :-D
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