...bathed in the thick honey gold of the sun through encircling trees only just beginning to turn the muted metal colors of fall.

I've lived out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck anymore what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today!

I was once more struck by the truth of the ancient saying: Man's heart is a ditch full of blood. The loved ones who have died throw themselves down on the bank of this ditch to drink the blood and so come to life again; the dearer they are to you, the more of your blood they drink.

All rock musicians are deaf... Or insensitive to mellow sounds.

Written By Marc Bolan

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