If only there were a word for the sort of vertigo that happens in daily life. I go up and I go down. I'm metaphorically losing my balance. Though I was physically going up and down recently. See for yourself.
Am I the only one that goes up and down? I don't mean like manic depression happy and sad either.
Maybe it is a chemical imbalance
Hot and hazy summer days remind me of Corrosion of Conformity. Do you remember those guys?
I remember those guys. I remember those times. Back when a bicycle was my only means of transportation. Back when I lived in a town where people tried to run over dudes on bikes. Not even kidding. I started carrying a brick in a bookbag just in case. I always wished I had an excuse to use it too.
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