a warm drizzly Georgia evening



... unexpected storm clouds suddenly on the horizon

... surrounded by lowbrow entities, in an uneasy peace
which is
not
conducive
to
proper
meditation

... 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