Right now I’m in pain. Also, in despair. If I had a lid or a dose of morphine, I’d take it in a flash. So tired of this reality. Z
Reading your comment above Z is like you reading my mind. And on top of all that I can honestly say I have had a good life. I fear what we are reacting to is the decline in any genuine human concern in a real life rooted in the body since at least 1980. By the way, the first person I ever heard of calling the use of illicit drugs "self medication" was Margaret Mead."Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all." - Heinrich Heine
That Heine guy was on the ball.
I guess for some it's just our time of life. In my case I've seen enough thanks. Imagine being near 70 in 1942. With all the world in flames. That, and the first proofs of the Holocaust leaking out. Btw British intelligence knew for certain from '39 or so. However for their own reasons kept a lid on it.I imagine it was just part of the Great Game to them. Also they did invent the whole Concentration camp thing.Anyway this is just how I feel. Too long since I hung with old comrades they being dead or continents away. I'm luckier than many, but still sick alone poor, and nuts in a world where 'all' of our youthful hopes came to ash.Jebus if I weren't so pissed off I'd take that nap on the subway tracks as some seniors are doing these days.Fuck'em I'd never give them rat fucks the final satisfaction. I'm here fucked up as I am to the bleeping last stop. Sides I still have a few stories still in me to write.
Yes indeed, there is so very much to be ungrateful for. Z
Let’s pay it forward. Bend over, world: I’m giving it all back. Z
Much. Very much indeed to be profoundly ungrateful for.
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