Afternoon In Mexico

Carnival is in town,

a week of drunken orgy...

being Catholic is at least

good for something.

Singing wafts through the air...

warm lazy stillness before

revelers rise to the task.

I don't go down at night during

Carnival...the fun is too dangerous..

Nothing new about it...they've

been doing it this way for 

hundreds of years. It's something

that happens and disappears...

...like life itself. Why not sing and

dance if you can? It's better to

take life in stride, rather than 

stumble through it.

Life, love, birth, death, infinity...

boil it down to simplicity.

Sing and dance and move about...

you're fucked if you can't take a joke.