life as an atom

instead of of playing games like some sad child in his parents front living room , I instead tied a balloon, around my wrist and watched it wave through the air in so many frames i thought i was on an acid trip waiting for so long it became empty and then i grew up i juggled many diffrent colored bowling pins before however, i really never really knew a new life so i travelled, and came acorss a land so famished i threw a dollar into the streat and they did all feast. but i did not think of what i was writing at the time as though i ever did Cherson cherson you aint just whistlin dixie as immortalized by the always great kerouac at the sea not far from were i am but id like to see that place some time while i think about life, you know from time to time as that was not generic enough let me give you a sip from this cup. you may taste life or death or somthing else i havent discovered yet as it is with chemicals so strange you might be a millionaire in some other frame, Of mind we did travel into the depths of conciousness we revelled and discovered nothing at all but things we thought were true but unsure of reality after it all. and i thought we were sane playing life like some sort of backwards chess game unsure of things to come and wondering what i had done and here i am a grey old man sitting on the corner with this pan in my brittle old hand asking, what happned to me so long ago did i drink that flippin tea. Did it make me loopy and crazy am i alive or just sniffing daisies am i here or there am i you or me. just an assembly of atoms and particles from stars whos lives ended long before ours, so do what you must and live your life i live mine just how i like