Zulu fighter, bushdoctor, king of honour, what to do when life is no good, not worth living. More honour? Bullshit. The thirst of honour is a spiriual deasise. I don't give a dam! I just want meaning, happiness, peace, sex and rest. I could die now, no problem, but I'm driven to continue, have no plans on taking my own life.
Complaining, for what? Fear of that history shall repeat itself? More bad feelings...
I'm looking for to rest in sadness
- Henrik
- I just went back to my roots. Been running around trying to find cigarette butts on the ground. I'm broke and a compulsive smoker. This night I gave up tobaco and started smoking the leaves from the threes in the yard. wicked stuff. We have many trees in Sweden. I'm learning now the difference between them by smoking the leaves
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