See the monkey dance!

Big zen here: http://www.do-not-zzz.com/

Dear Today,

Who am I? Why am I here, and how come I have to die in 50 some years? What is the point of all of this? Why are you running past me so fastly?

Well Today, I have nothing to show you. My mind is clear yet my body is muddled. My soul is a mixed drink in the hand of a drunken brunette on a burning cruiseship. There is no paradise in the thought of sleep, no vast comfort in the soft hands of the couch, no safety in this island of nowhere I call home. Yet I persist.

So what time will I see you tomorrow? Same place? Take it easy...

Yours forever,
Cosmic Monkey