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There’s death all around and I don’t know what to do.  I feel myself slipping away into never ever land.  Another soul drops but I remain standing tall and holding up against the madness.  I watch the disease spread and quietly combat it.  I just sit back as the death continues to spread its wings over the human race.

The evil spirits look on wondering why I don’t sink; succumb to madness. War and hatred attempt to penetrate my soul.  I sip my juice; shrug off the madness and just laugh.  Realizing that the disease must be spreading and could plague my soul but I merely shrink back looking for a solution. 

They see me sing and dance in the midst of absolute chaos, distortion, murder, madness and death but I continue to smile and combat the illness and the skeptics and critics can merely wonder.  But I am a determined man who must not succumb to the malaise going on around us.

Buildings collapse and I drift through the wreckage; walk between flying bullets; remain clear of the fire—and people look on in shock, amazement and dismay.  Disgust, jealousy and contempt rear their ugly heads.  I chuckle with a martyred grin of contentment and they call me crazy as I laugh at myself; at them; at anything.

It doesn’t bother me.  I don’t really care about the disease they’ve sent to corrode my soul but I refuse to despair; wallow in self-pity.  I laugh mocking the death that stares me in the face.  I dare it to take me and laugh along the way.  It seems such a long time it’s been going on and I smile at the inevitable and thrown down another beer in the meantime.

November 9, 1986