This Was Really The Way My Whole

All Of Life Is A Foreign Country.

All Is Well, Practice Kindness, Heaven Is Nigh.

One Fast Move Or I'm Gone,' I Realize, Gone The Way Of The Last Three Years Of Drunken Hopelessness Which Is A Physical And Spiritual And Metaphysical Hopelessness You Can't Learn In School No Matter How Many Books On Existentialism Or Pessimisn You Read, Or How Many Jugs Of Vision-producing Ayahuasca Drink, Or Mescaline Take, Or Peyote Goop Up With -

A Fine Thing To Be Talking About Angels In This Day When Common Thieves Smash The Holy Rosaries Of Their Victims In The Street.

And Nobody Knows What’s Going To Happen To Anybody Besides The Forlorn Rags Of Growing Old