That is the title of my damn paper. Actually “Mind fucked in Nineteen Eighty-Four”is the full title. Damnit. I suck at writing. Every time I sit here on my computer trying to do schoolwork, I end up on here. And listening to my amazeballs pandora stations.
“I’m going to Wichita.
Far from this opera forever more
I’m gonna work the straw, make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I’m pleading, and I’m pleading, and I’m pleading right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home”
Well. I best be getting back to my work… my hard work of finding a new picture to post after this text post. Because I have to. It’s kind of a Sheldon OCD antic. yeah.
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers
ringin’ in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette,
rememberin’ what she said
Here I am
On the road again