Almost everytime I come here I go away with something valuable.
But just occasionally I feel like I've left something behind . . .
Ahh well . . . I've still got my mind.
That's the worst part really. They could have stolen from me till I was naked . . . but then they reached into the inner room and stole my mind. It sort of hit me again today . . . they stole everything . . . family, friends, freedom, time, energy, money, self respect, health. But the mental imposition seems the worst, believing and living a lie.
Ah well . . . I've still got my freedom.
So I thought I'd do a music thread about freedom . . .
