ST154 ... I just crossed across the 77th rotation around our star - Mr. Sun King

Thanks, for all there, whom crossed my path and shared some time.

I just crossed across the 77th rotation around our star, Sun King. It has been a strange weird adventure and somedays i'm just tired of it all, but most of the time i find things interesting, adventurous, and worth its every moment in some strange sacred form of beauty. You could almost say i'm addicted to living, the wild side, the soft serene injections, the fantasies on steroids from food to moments of sheer pleasure watching, seeing life, women, birds, insects, my dog….. all of it, the whole platter of gods universe (whomever whatever she/he/it is).

The most fantastic moments are when the mystery presents its mystery as a mystery one can never understand… and it doesn't matter.. john said it best, 'let me take you down, where nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about, strawberry fields forever', yup, even dylan couldn't have said it better, but he said other stuff no one else could have…'aint it just like the night to play tricks on you when you're trying to be so quiet, we sit here stranded tho we are all trying our best to deny it'…. there are others, lots of them.

KW - down by the train lines where time bends… Kachi & I

Happy birthday Pat, as they say. I spent most of the day alone so far, just me and Kachi and that's fine, nothing to live up to.

The day folds itself around the street posts, signs and minds wandering about, the ways and dreams curving in and out of my childhood streets, memories wavering thru the thickets of my heart, those perfect moments forever adjusting themselves, rearranging the sketches embedded into this eternal hard-drive fading evaporating twisting time in a whirlpool of stuff, some call it, love.

Happy birthday me, you come alone, you leave alone, you be alone…….and it's alright, it’s alright.

At this age a birthday is kinda like a celebration of life while you are sitting up in your casket. If you are lucky you are walking around it, and if you’re really lucky you’re out in the streets in the parade. Me, i’m hiding in the circus.

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