welcome--welcome my friends--
we all go through this before we hit our 60s--
chickens have come home to roost
and built a coop so far up my ass
I may never eat eggs again--
but hell--the best thing about all of this is that
it won't come again in this lifetime--
the liquor is wrecking my liver--
quick--quick--horse radish quick--
another stop gap on the way to the grave
that is merely a door
to the continuing quest--the ongoing journey--
the return to our real element--
goofy spirits placidly looking back over a ruined life and saying
oh shit--look at that--I knew better--what the hell
was I thinking?
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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