Douglas Spencer (dougs) wrote,
Douglas Spencer

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Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This ...

Greg said to me "How're you doing?"
"Not brilliantly," I replied, "A bit of my old history just bit me."
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not really."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

And then he put the stereo on.
Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas:
Everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you,
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you,
Some of them want to be abused.

A strange juxtaposition.

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