


Shokin
that is so cute and funny....
I want to be perhaps smashed by a tree falling in the Brazillan Forest and heavy equipment stops for even one day because of the accident....
or beaten by thugs who when my gashes open realize there are better ways to live life, changing their (horrible) ways when they see the depth of the color of my blood (it is so saturated...so dark red it is almost purple or black)
....or eaten by cannibols because i wondered into their incampment after much exploring in the vicinity...let my soul be relished by people who then go crazy with the force of love...
that lived in this poets heart.
Thanks! (that is better than the boring version given me by the Indian holy man at the courthouse...96 years old, in my sleep...who is that gonna affect?) BIG SMILE. :D