.those peanut gallaries are all staged.the makeup winos and long legged dynamos.the human is walking a sad road.incredible and inevitable.we will face the sword one day.or maybe night.never thought about that.will I even care.probably not.but.I think I wanna go in the morning.and I wanna be awake.don't wanna die in my sleep.taste it til the last.creamation or burial is the question.treat the bones with respect.they are of the earth.dirt.sea.air.but that is for later.this we always know.now we are not dead.we are older than ever and will never be this young again.this january night is nice.gulf winds already blowing the ice away.gonna be a light summer for bugs.froze those suckers good.