I had this long thing about death I wanted to write but then it seemed so inappropriate with what is going on in Victoria at the moment.
Anyway I used to think LSD could save the world,
then I took too much of it.
and I suspect Tantra will be the same for me after I get through with a lawsuit for placing an un-asked-for hand on the breast of a stranger on the bus.
'Are you familiar with the way of the Tantric Mongoose' I said to her
'Get your fucking slimy hand off me, you creep' told me that she wasnt, and that she might now also be a difficult subject to convince.
That is the thanks we get for trying to guide the unwilling masses to the higher levels of existence.
not that it really happened
but I do think about it on the 333 each morning,
as I sit in relative silence,
cramped amongst strangers,
wondering what the hell we are all doing there.
trying to stare out the window
and not talk
worth talking about