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Verse and text by The Real Cie
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This image features Malcolm Young doing what he did so well before dementia robbed him of his ability to remember how to do this or to remember who the people he cared about most were.
I hate this damn disease. It makes me sick, sad, and angry.
Even if it seems unrealistic, I have to believe that he either no longer functions through this body (his brother has stated that he isn't in there at all anymore, and I think few people would know better than one's soul mate) or one day he will wake up free of that body and remember everything.
I believe in at least the possibility of some pretty esoteric shit. You're free to believe it or not. It's really no skin off my nose either way.
This man did not deserve what is happening to him. It's horrible and it's wrong. To quote young Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes fame, "it's either mean or it's arbitrary, and either way, it gives me the creeps."
Isn't Calvin middle-aged now?
Even so, you know Hobbes is still with him.
In closing, fuck you Dementia.
This is why horror movies don't scare me. Real life is far more terrifying.
I hope that we get at least a bit of respite between lives.
Yes, I actually do believe in at least the possibility of reincarnation. You're free to believe the same or not. I'm not here to argue.
Quoth the barista: "I'm just here to express."
~The Cheese Hath Grated It~
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