T R U T H

Well I looked at my ass and scratched my watch and laughed at morning TV instead of longing for coffee on the meranda. The radio was chirping about the FDA proposing to make opiates harder to get refilled but having been prednisone man for a year, the fear of getting terminal pain and not being able to dose it with legal dope hasn't jumped out of the bushes at me yet. The call from the cosmic consciousness seems to still have a strong signal even when the internet chokes to remind me it's the real collective only when it's not gagging. I have to admit I'll be the first one to be walking around wearing my Google Glass and no pants so no attempt here to equate netting with alcohol as equals in my denial that there's no dependence here on either one. It's fallacious to cringe at the shills pimping out their integrity just because no one's offered you a big enough ransom for yours yet. Here's what solvency tells you - eat, drink and be merry because all of those things are cherry if you do 'em right.

oh 9s, you tantalize me with your staying power. I'm going with really good nite's sleep as the big factor.