Everyone poops and everybody dies.
Your headstone is only big enough for curse words and sighs.
You reach an age when you are no longer on the treadmill of chasing money, sex and dreams. That’s when young folks avoid you like a graveyard at midnight.
I will be the happiest dead person there ever was. The absurdity, tribalism, greed, ignorance and violence of this world has cancelled out the innocence, wonder, and certainty of youth.
People scream their dogma, agendas, and falsehoods to your clean little soul, until you stagger around finding out most of it was bullshit, and then you jump into the hole and the parade marches on to the next crop of new souls in this world.
Fuck optimism, self help, distraction and transcendence.
Money buys you ease, sex, and bomb-shelters. Regular poor slobs pay for it all. Men suck. Women suck. Love sucks…and not the good kind of sucking.
This bloody place that is biology ruled by hormones and dna. Humans think much too highly of themselves. They are basically occasionally nice assholes. “mercurial”, with a sliding scale of morality for themselves, and another for everybody else.
Everyone wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. Pixels are deleted, and atoms go back into the cosmic library. Like the outlaw who was being hanged said, “If it wasn’t for the honor of the occasion, I’d rather not be here.”
Pro tip: It helps to know that every bastard you’ve ever known, will die too.
The Bible says that worry will not add another day to your life. Relax. Eat candy for breakfast. Your choice, better than the old saying, “Eat worms and die….”
You pays your money and you takes your chances trying to get a drink at the waterhole without being eaten in the jungle of life.
Don’t take it personally, a cold universe says as you go from “is” to “was”.
I had an uncle that died trying to take a last puff of a cigarette. That’s class. Like doing a stylish dive into the abyss.
The Native Americans would say, “It’s a good day to die.” Now, THAT is acceptance.
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May 25, 2026 @ 6:18 pm
The Grateful Dead.
Everyone poops and everybody dies.
Your headstone is only big enough for curse words and sighs.
You reach an age when you are no longer on the treadmill of chasing money, sex and dreams. That’s when young folks avoid you like a graveyard at midnight.
I will be the happiest dead person there ever was. The absurdity, tribalism, greed, ignorance and violence of this world has cancelled out the innocence, wonder, and certainty of youth.
People scream their dogma, agendas, and falsehoods to your clean little soul, until you stagger around finding out most of it was bullshit, and then you jump into the hole and the parade marches on to the next crop of new souls in this world.
Fuck optimism, self help, distraction and transcendence.
Money buys you ease, sex, and bomb-shelters. Regular poor slobs pay for it all. Men suck. Women suck. Love sucks…and not the good kind of sucking.
This bloody place that is biology ruled by hormones and dna. Humans think much too highly of themselves. They are basically occasionally nice assholes. “mercurial”, with a sliding scale of morality for themselves, and another for everybody else.
Everyone wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. Pixels are deleted, and atoms go back into the cosmic library. Like the outlaw who was being hanged said, “If it wasn’t for the honor of the occasion, I’d rather not be here.”
Pro tip: It helps to know that every bastard you’ve ever known, will die too.
The Bible says that worry will not add another day to your life. Relax. Eat candy for breakfast. Your choice, better than the old saying, “Eat worms and die….”
You pays your money and you takes your chances trying to get a drink at the waterhole without being eaten in the jungle of life.
Don’t take it personally, a cold universe says as you go from “is” to “was”.
I had an uncle that died trying to take a last puff of a cigarette. That’s class. Like doing a stylish dive into the abyss.
The Native Americans would say, “It’s a good day to die.” Now, THAT is acceptance.