a warm drizzly Georgia evening

... unexpected storm clouds suddenly on the horizon

... surrounded by lowbrow entities, in an uneasy peace
which is

... so now, I consider my options of moving locations,
or being prepared to kill when the showdown comes

... it's not right that I have been put in this
situation, when I was originally promised to
be left alone to live a peaceful retired life

... on the other hand, I'm feeling great, so
who am I to complain

... Sigmund Freud openly hated the
entire human race, saying they were
uncontrollable wickedness incarnate

... I agree with him, although it makes me feel
queasy to say it

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If it is the last words I utter, let it be Hare Krishna