There is something about today, yesterday, and the last few days, I just can't remember what it is. It seems as though my brain is in a fog and there isn't a cloud in the sky. There is something both comforting and distressing about days like these. This is a one of those grey areas where in time I will understand I said everything there is to say and am only now doing lip service because no one was listening the first, second, third or fourth time I've spoke of these things.
I'm going to die, yet it does not matter to me anymore because so are all of you, not on account of not listening to what was said but on account of not hearing what was spoke. Understand that I don't care anymore what happens next. We have all made the choice to wallow in our shit rather than to do something about it, this was done for entertainment's sake and nothing else. I was here to love like every other put on this planet and we have all distorted this perception so that we could find conflict to resolve as our means to an end rather than just living and loving one another.
I'm ready to go like I have been many times. I just have no where I would ever want to bother going to anymore. Everything is sarcastic bullshit and if you can't see it you are just blind to it and that is OK I am only here to entertain. It is up to you to cover your eyes with mud and say you're healed because you can't see. I will most likely lose everything I don't yet have because of this lifestyle too, because I guess I like being a grump who stays home, smokes cigarettes, cooks and eats whatever is on the menu, drinking more than my pet fish do.
