In 1963, Bob Dylan realeased his 2nd album 'Freewheelin'.' The song 'Don't think twice, it's alright' was on it.

I feel now, the song still belongs now, in the late 1990s of 'mental masturbation.'

A while back, on a locked in night, I took it upon mysef to try and make sense out of a blank A4 sheet. The result was a combination of ageing hearts, sexual visions and predicted emotions.

Ages later Dylans song 'don't think twice, it's alright' arose in me.

I connected it to my hate and fear of people my own age and soon it dawned that it was more than a 'goodbye song to a girl.' Soon after, I read a Dylan quoter 'It isn't a love song. It's a statement that maybe you can say to make yourself feel better.' I now reconised my combination of sex visions and hollow emotions as a wasting silouette, so I wrote a warning on it (To myself). Shortly after, I darwed another version of the combliation which was kind of my own statement.

By dam all.

Ann ee-val-you-nation of the zong

(title)

And never did he write again, said dam all.