Rocket Suits, Flaming Harleys, and Crabs: A Death Wish
Many years ago, long before I started the podcast and my apparent fascination with death, dying and the afterlife, I penned these lyrics describing my death wish.
Many years ago, long before I started the podcast and my apparent fascination with death, dying and the afterlife, I penned these lyrics describing my death wish.
While I was in South America, people asked me about Donald Trump. “We don’t understand,” they would say frantically. “Why are the American people interested in this madman? How can you explain it to us in a way that makes sense?”
Three different men, with three different sufferings, and how a tiny, pink Barbie shoe changed their souls.
I lay restlessly in a shallow grave awaiting the Day of the Dead, when my soul will rise to join a tide of others seeking a warm brush with the land of the living ~ one embrace, one more wish for a good trip, one last kiss good-bye.