I’ve reached the point of no return just looking for the funeral urn. I know that’s too much information but it defines my inclination. I feel as if I’m treading water just waiting for the final slaughter. Goodbye to the ego, farewell to the heart. Au revoir to the brain, but I really wasn’t that smart. I overthought and acted overwrought, and was just a little misbegot. I’m just a jerk who went berserk with way too many queasy quirks. I’m looking for the journey’s end with lots of fences left to mend. It’s better if I slink away and face my end on judgment day.