the mighty Solzhenitsyn
Gotta get my mind off myself.... These demons are a bunch of kids. I recently wrote some poems about the life of Solzhentiztyn. I shared it with my family. The demons seemed to take no notice. It was followed by a lull. Now, but now, it's Solzhenitsyn this and Solzhenitsyn that.... "I wanna be Solzhenitsyn!" "No, you are Solzhenitsyn." "You can't be Solzhenitsyn!" "Oh, you and your Sozhenitzyn." What a bunch of kids! Shut up about Solzhentiztyn. What's with the Solzhenitsyn? Let the man rest in peace. He already payed his dues. And I've already moved on.... I mean, you gotta move on. Why roleplay Solzhenitsyn when there are things to do? Why canonize yourself, pretending to be a hero, when you've got some ways to go? You gotta live your life. I like to live my life. It takes my mind off myself. That is a good life, isn't it? A lot of my life is prayer. It takes my focus off me, gets me interested in God and Hi...