wouldn’t it be funny
if the last thing you ever paid any kind of attention to
before you died
was a shitty wi-fi
trying to keep you from seeing (for something like the twelfth time) your least favorite episode of rick and morty

you know
the one with the dragons

or…
if somehow
as you loose consciousness
for the very last time
and you’re finally about to discover
just what (if anything) is on the other side
your mind and body
is completely engrossed in the annoyingly regular task of digging that obstinate chunk of bloody snot from your left nostril

now that
would be hilarious

i love life
from its most profound expression
to the sad existence
of ultimate banality

the preciousness of it all
simply blows me away

so why then
do i struggle to care
when apparently there is nothing to do
and i have absolutely no thought
as to whatever deep and important truth
and/or meaningless mumbo-jumbo
might just magically materialize before me

is this boredom
i’m honestly not sure
perhaps it’s nearly my time

funny i…
i never thought…
well perhaps i’m just experiencing the kind of good feelings one has when they finally stop hitting you over the head with a hammer

Peace/Love/Awareness

m(~_~)m