I wanted the truth the way only fools want the truth but, after extensive enquiries I reached the inescapable conclusion that there are questions but there are no answers meaning is arbitrary and truth is a whore all the remaining questions are six feet deep too deep for the living
me, I’m in no position to be answering questions my bipolarchromosomes have me hung drawn and quartered strung out on electric wire
I believe what I feel
and I’m as changeable as the
weather I got a telegram from Jesus that says I’m doing fine but I’ve been let down before I’ve led a blessed life biblical disappointments aside still, I’m no wiser now than when I started out
