yeah, it's horrible. he's really just a skeleton. he used to be a big man, y'know? but now, now i could pick him up with one hand. Truly sad, but maybe the important thing it tells us is that's *CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRACKLE SMASH* cosmic editing. Happy 75th. Thankfully through the course of my life i've been subjected to little death and disease. For that i am truly grateful (Zeus, Jesus, Muhammed, Buddha, whomever else might be listening with wand)
hard to disinguish what really matters. seems like nothing. don't take that as 'nothing matters in this dark tepid realm' or some other nancy-pants choir boy description of reality. i simply mean i want very little of what others seem to want other than for the purpose of impressing them (which is remote). kind of silly really, all of pretending to want the same things for social reasons. I'm beginning to understand the people we view as strange are just an extreme of our own lives we wish never to see, but do every day in the mirror. A flower is only a flower in 5600 degree daylight. 'From yesterday comes tommorow'.

the funny part is, that's what i want. when you hurt each other by intention, its alot harder to do it by accident. har.