As.....

As i sip my beer all lonesome like i think two things: 1. damn im lonesome and alone and 2. the vast lonesomeness of the universe

the intergalactice leap between planets and galaxys and then i think my lienenkugel can not be that much different from life, existence, meaning and everything. I think about life and i think about all the different people and all there purposes: i think of my lionenkugel and think about how this is the beer im drinking besides all other beers. i think about existence and our relations to the gods and deities: i think about the way beer makes me feel or think and how with the more you consume the more your prone to thaaaaangs and how the more you beilieve in religion you believe in thants and i think about everything and i see my beer and i see everything, not in an alcoholics way but in the ways of the poet: i see the neck of the beer and i think about the neck and spinal cord of life: full of movement and shit and i say to my "whaaaat a wonderful world!!!!" and then i sit in bliss...oh yes.....oh yes. i don't care about what the other things say. things as in everything. im in bliss, oh yes, im in bliss and then i look up the star line and think of its force push on me and i think of the stars and i think of the suns and the planets and the blackholes and the supernovas i think hot damn i dont understand any of that. i dont understand anything. im just a little speck of dust floating in the winds of time. and i feel small, and insugnificant, and meaningless, and i learn to take everything lighter and with no cares. and it all falls into place. bloo blee blee sme sme sme what about smeeeeee? and hook gives me my hooks back