Something happened on the way to the grave,
I got scared,
Fear has always been a natural state for me,
But this was fear to the power of pi.
Oh shit, there is no collective family burial site,
Not even sure the county buries the feral anymore.
I won?t be buried, I won?t have a funeral.
What is to become of this matter that can?t be destroyed?
Please, I implore thee!
Tell me that consciousness will end!
I?m fucking ancient.
I?ve been around way too long.
We don?t have the resources to organize a community of indigents.
Slow down, breathe.
What did Charles Bukowski always carry in his back pocket?
(The same thing that I?ve always carried around too)
Hey, extreme consolation is better than no consolation at all.
But please, I implore thee,
Tell me that consciousness will end.
I?ve been severely affected by all the suffering in the world.
All rebirth is contaminated.
I don?t want to come back.
I don?t have the stomach to witness anymore.!