i was just reading some of bill baird's little book, ' i've got these problems '


I need ti

i need to live aloen

i need to try to kil myself

and   Fail           [ not true ,  i'm not going to , i hope you don't worry too much ]


You tried to kill yourself in a very irresponsible way


it is this end


this is your friday birthday ,  a celebration but it goes away  to   no  where

You   know   where  how   and why

but you sell the  tite  wasted  toy  and  foolish   garment    and  lost   yoke   for a  cat  who   knows   porpoises   that   sing   the legends  of   the  Fall  of  Human  Kindness .

.   .   .

I  bleed  cofee.  I want a loaf of Good cheese

there are nine of us left . No, wait. There are one.

My dog ran a wide wild circle

We wait another 15 or 20 minutes


I soak the whiteness of death  with  my Self ,  it leaves loves leaks Promises


Now is Perfect

Good Bye