Five kinds of frustration
I want to hit something. Hard. Without any skill, just a wild, uncoordinated blow that smashes the target into oblivion.
A scapegoat for all the other things and situations that I can't smash, but would dearly love to.
A personal diary on life, the universe and music that is being exposed for all the world to see. Readers are warned that they may occasionally find a golden nugget of thought amongst all the ramblings.
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