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The Biscuit Barrel

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Silliness, or a deep metaphor for modern angst?

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The Biscuit Barrel

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The Biscuit Barrel | Silliness, or a deep metaphor for modern angst? The Biscuit Barrel Silliness, or a deep metaphor for modern angst? Of nesting doubts leave a comment » I’m not really sure I can sing the blues. I’m not even sure I can honestly say I’ve got the blues, but one thing is certain is that the blues probably has me tightly in it’s melancholy grip. A wicked vice of fate has set to work upon my stomach, and other connected innards, causing me to miss sleep in the deepest night, already lit by the early nordic sun that seems to happen at this time of year. The intrepid explorer life seems only charming when you have something to run away from, when you want to escape monotony and the repetition of a daily job that drains the soul and that hurts you with wanderlust for things you aren’t seeing while glued to a chair by the force of society and dependency. Truly, I still feel that no fate can be worst than that slow and petty death that I could live every day. But...

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