it is already tomorrow... and that was Yesterday... when you lose the will to live: is a threshold you may never recover from... like the death of your Libido...
it is the law of diminishing returns... and fading dreams, there comes a time when you run out, then your in the red... how long can you carry on with no shoes in 3 feet of Mud mixed with Bowel discharge of the lowest living things on earth...
Your MIND is a lucky dip gift from Congress and the Twelve step program... your whole life is a KODAK snapshot on a Box Camera, how deep is the resolution of a Soul remembered, criminality and Crime are everywhere... your own children are having Sex and doing drugs, like the litany of losers wash into the past...
you are not safe anywhere you might as well be no-where... where every dead soul goes to weep at the fountain of remembrance, that washes you into nothing Atom by Atom... till there is no longer any residue... we are living Ghosts that are endlessly finite... in a universe filled with mirrors and morrows...
this now is all there is
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