whiskey on the rocks....

 
 
 
    one day, this body will enter a morgue-naked, cold, and in darkness; I don't know what to make of this world that I inhabit-or the point of my very existence for that matter....
 
    soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
 
   well....
 
  this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even go through this-or for worse-as if one ever had an actual chance on "earth"....  
 
cruel and unusual punishment to have ever existed- I said it and I meant it....