Existential Scabs

You miss me? Ain’t that a little symphony….Some day they gonna ask what ever happened to me.


Get the wheel let’s go for a ride. If you’re troubled then I’ll follow you down.

Last night was alright….I wanna see you again.

Does anybody have a light? I need to get right.

I’m not satisfied living by the airport in Queens…

My dogs are barkin’ Your cats are hissin’

My climbing the big mountain all alone is wrestling LeeLou when I’m buzzed. I’m taking my life in my own hands. It feels good. I wish she would grab my juggler vein and get it over with.

Not really.

Life is good.

LeeLou hair is all over my black T-Shirt. That’s not so bad considering if I were to climb a mountain in Alaska, my nose and feet would freeze off and then I’d die a slow death. I suppose the view would be much better, though.

My first cousin is dying. He is old and expected to die. But it is still a strange thing to do. Die. We all must die. Makes me want to live.

I think it’s time to travel the great U.S.

Then on to the rest of the world.

Why not?

Why?

I’m no good and I like it. The end is coming soon.

Maybe it’s time to begin or end picking at existential scabs.