MaTriX

walk up to a really fine female and ask her out or knock over some huge bikers harley and tune in to the emotions that run through you. it would be nice to think at moments like that that nothing is real. especially the lump in your throat or the soon to be lump under your eye. i see where you're coming from though. all very heavy shit. there are so many ways to look at it. i just try to remember my overall insignificance. so what if nothing is real. what am i gonna do about it? and how would i know that what is really real is really real when i got there. i'm here for an instant of infinity. all infinity came before me and all infinity will go on after i'm gone. i occupy this little space in an infinite universe. so in the infinity of time and space i'm not shit. i try to remember that. it makes life easier. and you know what? it makes asking that gorgeous woman out a lot easier to, and taking one on the eye from the biker. cause in fifty years, who's gonna give a flying shits ass anyway. it's like jimi hendrix mumbled "ain't no life nowhere."