Time

I got me own economical hysteria to worry about.

Time is running out and with it my money, soon I'll have nothing.

There appears to be little to do here that I'm not doing anyway anywhere, and when fall comes I have no options left. No money, no home, no hope.

Norway has a social security system designed to keep people like me off the streets, which is good. However, that requires me stay in Norway which is not really an option, I might as well kill myself than stay there, for I'll achieve the same either way.

So now I'm... anxious? nervous? tense?

Something like that, I got hold of friends in italy but I can't go broke.



Eastern europe looms ever larger in my mind, perhaps russia. It's cheap there...



Ans what I'm really saying is that there is no more american dream, I can't make it here 'cause there is nothing to make. I find I'll record some folk music with mr. J, he insists there is a market for it but I fail to see it. Don't care.

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