It seems that I'm returning to the blogging world. Perhaps it's a futile attempt at reaching out. To somewhere. I don't know.

I don't know much of anything right now. Or rather, I'm not certain of anything right now.

This city is a tomb. But, apparently, it's where I should stay. How interesting.

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She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long long time

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I feel like a rocketman right now.ô