Breathless...

Well I got my watch, the first challenge was putting the strap on, magic I still don't know how I did it. Trial and error. Which is how I'm learning how it fucking works. It's beautiful, it's grand which is what I paid for it. In local currency. It's showing an analogue face, and my balls won't stay in my shorts. It's got a little compass near the centre that moves as I move the watch. It says my heart rate is 86 bpm, I was expecting it to be off the charts. What with my hyper whatever the condition is. I just want to go down to the beach down the road, and for there to be boys and girls in abundance, but it's only spring and not so terribly hot yet, in fact it's quite cold. Roll on summer, when boys will be ripping off their clothes and jumping into the water. In gay abandon. Distraction, why wake up when you can be distracted from the human condition for a while. I don't care if you are dying Alan Watts don't be such a killjoy. I was dying too, couldn't breathe couldn't inhale, I thought I would turn blue, though I didn't, I wondered what happens next, in this non breathing state, let me gasp at least, no I'm dying, until I got distracted for a moment and could breathe again, thank god for that. I get knocked down but I get up again, ain't nothing gonna keep me down. I wondered what they'd say, coonigan died he's dead, he passed away He's gone, there's nobody home anymore. Who would care, no one, ladedadeda, life goes on.