none of this lasts, nothing that lasts is worth it
i suppose all you can do is choose life and live it
beautifully, wildly, openly
with as much love as you can handle
and i wonder if drugs are less brief NDEs
with bits of thought exploding off the memory-time scale
into harmony with the rest of the black hole universe
and 2012 is coming, check your mayan calendar
if we're alive we'll be in india
don't call us up, do not disturb
the best part about knowing you
is that i can still feel your hands when you're not there