picking and dreaming

Man these health kicks are killing me. Besides abandoning alcohol and it's evil destruction, I have ceased inhaling hot poisonous gas. Will I live longer as a result of these life shattering changes? Probably not and who would want to in this fucked up world? The days are brighter however and the soul's daily forays are less despondent so on the bright side, it feels like living longer whether it is or not. So I must be doing something right. I guess I must be squeezing more sensation into the moment now that I'm no longer numb to the moment. That's a good thing since the oppression of the Cube World is a major counter point to my supposed well being and thus keeping my balance in a flux most of the time not to mention my poor sainted mother's affliction that bleeds my tolerance dry. All I can do is nod knowingly and await the next crisis to rear it's ugly head.