I am going to be a Zen Buddhist after my next death
Well I guess I am still here on studio eight so that is good news.
I have gone back to touch typing and not been much of a mind to edit typos either sorry.
I got a bad case of attention defecation disorder. I will fix them later I hope.
If not for the weed I would not write at all, what I need is a good mood med but the problem with the weed is I am so got dam tired for days after I smoke. but my doctor thinks it is my sleep that is fucked up I wake up with my heart racing and short of breath, scary shit when I think about dying in my sleep because I stopped breathing
speaking of breathing and the part of the brain that controls automatic breathing >>
been watching this guy from Standforddotedu going to put link
]here a physical anthropologist talking a bout a primate brains, the part of the brain that controls automatic breathing. Read an article about the boy who could not fall asleep or he would die.
Me I want a good death, I think I would like to be as conscious as possible. But that is probably because I have never died before, if I had been here before, I mean if I remember past lives would I remember my past deaths too. I don't worry about it steve, I just lean on Jesus but I think it is interesting, maybe I do remember how I died
No point in worrying about a good death, you can't save a saint.
and that is about as good a death as I could hope for, last thing Kerouac did was write a little bit before he got dead.
I am still a want to be anthropologist I guess.
physical anthropology was one of the last courses I took in college, interesting but one night I went to a class stoned on mescaline and I weirded out on sacred turtles and statistics. On Chi squares and black widow spiders., hallucinogenic orgasms and Abortions.
I been thinking about weirdness a lot, little pieces of my life's weirdness come floating up to me in my dotage, like a dementia of some old fart who can tell you what he had breakfast fifty years ago. Oh well or anyway ........ fifty one years ago I bought a sport coat that was a lot of money because I wanted to look like a college professor, how weird it that? I wanted to be a working a class hero and a intellectual. That was the year between crazy mike's death and Lee H. O's magic bullet
They were my Holden Caufield years, but I was about twenty one though, and too old to be young I guess.
ramble ramble
score and gamble
man dies from heart attack in front of fire station in Washington D.C. while fireman watches from across the street standing in the doorway of a firehouse.
all the news that is fit to the blues
also ,,,,..//////////>>>>>>>>>
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWZAL64E0DI
That professor got another lecture on youtube about whether humans are just another primate, going to read some chimpanzee poetry while I think about that, or maybe look at my elephant art.
good news for today
news I can use
