a toast to losing your mind, and all the little narsisctic thoughts that make us crazy, a neverending saga of what if's, who did's or didn'ts, whys and just don't give a damns, to considering possibilities and proababilities of just going with the flow, can't get off the shore or headed up the perveribial creek without the oh so crucial paddle, to the morals, fundamentals, mostly fuck it alls and the mess left behind, like the christ not the christians, to the contemplations of an empty mind why all the more room to grow, staring at the beginning of the end, one day one month one year turning into the next right before dumbfounded eyes, nobody wants to die but everybody wants to go to heaven.