I said that because I feel especially religious tonight. Well, it is the 5 of Sept and the company went away. Ears suck, partially because of that and partially because of the drift toward infinity. I guess I shall go to Kansas on Thursday, as prepared for, to my H.S. reunion, in Salina. Only a 7 hour drive in a noisy car. Only one evening in a very noisy atmosphere with old friends from the distant past. Then I am thinking of being off to Burr Oak for a little trip around the place to see what there is to see and up to Grand Island with a possible stop by Blue Hill to see cousin Connie. If I am not going crazy I might even consider seeing Marilyn Hart Bast in Lincoln. I haven't a lot to lose because this shit in me head is a real bastard and I should like to tell it to "fuck off" at least one more time. Can't imagine how bad it will be when all is said and done. I would love to go to Lawrence and KC and Topeka and elsewhere, perhaps.
Holy Shit, that is a lot of stuff. My dream is to go to Vancouver this fall or at Christmas, to see me lovely daughter. I have no idea if there will be any sanity in me head by the end of next week.
Holy shit!
If I am not careful I may get a chance to meet Hayseuss and if I am hungry, have a bite of his flesh. If I do that I should be saved, eh Walt?
Ta Ta For F__ing now.
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