The Click

[stilltrucking]

Not like the click of the mechanism, but something I saw in the mirror. My body at sixty eight. Spooky. I think these pain pills were the final straw. A big fucking finger of fate.

Nothing has changed except my belief and disbelief in God. Yes G-d. which is pronounced as Joe Bftsplk. It is all so beautiful, so intricate and perfect. Everything, my stupidity and bad habits. Strokes and Cancer and heart attacks. It is all as it should be. I just don't want to linger but I probably will.

Crazy Mike was right.
Back on my morning fast again. With every pain an oncoming heart attack, every head ache a possible stroke. If it was not so got dam funny I would be scared.

Death number nine hundred and seventy four in an infinite serries.

What a coward has got coming.

I think I need to paint my mirror black or cover with a sheet as if I was sitting shiva.

Chopping wood I don't do much of that anymore, but I still carry my water.

As I awake from the trance of culture.

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