So at this point....

It's all about nothing.....
No life, no energy, no momentum.
Everything is grinding to a halt.  Stillness.
I want to say....
I don't want to say....
..........................
something catastrophic this way cometh.  There I said it.
Something in me says everything's fine for you, but everything's not normal.  It's far from normal!  And it will never be normal again.
Sip spirits, have a smoke and pay attention.  There are no rules.  Wild Wild West.....
You are not here for you this time, you're here to serve others.
But what the hell does that mean when no one wants to be helped......?
I can barely fill one hand with the number of people who are even alive much less want help!
Whatever.  That's what the liquor and tobacco are for.  To kill time.
It's all nonsense.
Consciousness.... isn't really even consciousness anymore.  Zombies.  People think I'm cute when I say that.  I'm totally serious.  If you don't get it, you're probably totally a zombie.
Whatever.  That's what the liquor and tobacco are for.  To distract.
It's looking obviously ridiculous now.
Obvious.
Ridiculous.
Strawberry fields.... Nothing is real...
It's just not real children.
Learn who you are... and you're not any of that.
Just watching you all pass by.......