The moon is above me
my toes are cold so I put some shoes on
not because I’m going anywhere
but just because it’s harder to keep warm these days
and I realize just now that I love being old –
most of the useless rigamarole & foolishness has been shed
and what’s left will be gone soon too
thing is I’m growing out of something and into something fucking else!

O, am I going to own this shit backward, forward, & sideways!!!
and have a little fun on the way

Any more cancer shows up or stroke or heart disease or diabetes or Alzheimer’s
or any of the rest of that crew I’m gonna open my door
and invite the sockcuckers in and say to them
“My Friends, coffee? How do you take it? Want bourbon with that?”

Also … if any sad-sacked delusional banana-brained motherfucker
asks me have I lost my mind? Have I no reverence for life or fear of God left in me?
I’m gonna grab ’em by their shit-stained skivvies
yank their face right up to mine and tell them
this ain’t living you shit-mixed asshole! This is dying with style!

Fuck yeah, Mongolia!

Selected byNolcha Fox
Image credit:Ganapathy Kumar

Sunken ships--the rats calling the place home didn't make it out either--the oldest daughter didn't like me to begin with and Momma didn't know what to do with my love in the corral--I decided not to wait around for the movie and headed for Arizona where I met Jaci--she liked me pretty much and was into history--I told her I would meet her in the Indian ruins that night for love in the dust--

she said, "oooooooooo that makes me so wet!"

How did I do, Jay? Is this what you were looking for?