"My only friend, the end." All us dudes pickin' up now on the final countdown. This dude goes hipper and the cool turns to steam as dust and ash pulverises the man that needs to think. Revelations and acknowledgement of tantra and gnosis that gets revealed while chatting, get fucked over by the burning, searing firestorms of hell on earth. What? A miracle? Having a laugh? As far as I can see, everyone right now and right here, fucking well knows that mankind is fucked. If I lie down, is it then quite easy to die?



Z.