when i was about 12
i went to a summer camp
one morning
we were woke up for breakfast
there was a shitload of flashing lights across the lake
i blew off breakfast
and
walked over to see what was going on
what did i see?
i saw a dead guy
he was hanging off the back of a crane on a truck
he drowned
he was
actually blue
actually bloated
and
actually dead
who was that guy?
what did he believe?
who did he vote for?
and
why?
at that moment
the moment that i saw that
seeing that blue, bloated, dead guy
it hit me like a brick
i became aware of the fact that
at some point we will all fucking die
don't matter what what you believe
don't matter who you vote for
don't matter what you wear
or
what you own
nothing really means anything
at some point?
we will all fucking die
and
so
i've been waiting
passively
not hoping
not wishing for it
but
aware
that
at some point
i will die too
and
that
he who dies with the most toys
is a total fucking asshole...
