Forty Years Of Meditation, A Blow Job, And a Huge Bag Of Weed.

…waiting at the end of time, even, when

it takes more than a B.J.  to even out the last

few lifetimes and you can start to get things into

perspective, like the last few marriages, businesses.

all the big pieces that you clung to like the last

few straws, but, no, Buster, you know by

now that even the odd recognition or endorsement

are just fading wonders of your world, that if you can

“work” old age: it means that you can see

life falling apart…..meaning wouldn’t it have been

great to be able to see it coming together as you were

born and the first ten years of life or so….and, yes it

would have, but,  at least,  you can be conscious now

until death, which some terminal patients take as their

spiritual path, but I don’t think you’re ready for that now

if ever….and I never got the blow job….