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2002-01-06 - 10:12 p.m. Happy New Year -- 2002 is here. My commentary is rather dull at the moment I suppose. More. That is what everything in me seems to be crying out for these days. More. More feeling. More progress. More intimacy. Just plain more. This could all stem from the fact that I've gotten older. Maybe I'm "losing all my highs and lows -- ain't it funny how the feeling goes away Desparado?" Come to my senses, come down from the fences and let somebody love me. Is that it? You can tell me it's alright, I know I have to learn it for myself, but a hint never hurt anybody. Is this all just -- More of the same?
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