What Plans?
I feel as if I’m in too deep, consciousness apparent, rejected but never given up
This place, the present, not ready for growth.
Stagnant minds coupled with stagnant lives, what the fuck is there to do?!?
Serious contemplation, Canada or Europe, leading to elsewhere.
Begin anew in a culture more cultured, refined in renaissance,
Open to more than sex, guns, booze, perhaps the right coast…ne’er the left
Fukushima madness, brushed under the rug….fatal MISTAKE!
Le sigh and what the fuck…pondered thought wrinkles time, in the end, I win.
Hitchhiker 