death lesson - 29
"writing is a form of prayer." - Franz Kafka It always comes back to me in hell, thinking, waiting and praying. Ideas are dangerous things if I could tell a younger version of me one thing about ideas I would say "don't get one, don't go looking for one, don't think about it." Now redemption is elusive as salvation. All broken and shattered in the fixed position on a map I call home. Sitting at the typewriter wandering what is next? Karma walks into the room, his body a patchwork of orange and yellow. He has horns like an elk and legs like one as well. I remember a time when I felt like I knew karma. "you're my friend." I said stoned out of my mind. Lucy later told me "yeah he was making fun of you the whole time. You blacked out, and we just had a good laugh." than he made the universally excepted sign/symbol of fucking, tak...