It's time to convene every naughty thought that has ever used up space in the gyri and sulci of my used, if not well-used, brain. What has worrying about mundane, worldly events ever gotten me? We refer to such matters as "carpet samples" around here.
Nothing, that's what!
Like everyone else, I suppose, I've wasted time and energy worrying about what relatives would think. Job security. Admission to heaven.
Now, here I am with few relatives left and those few made up their minds about me a long time back. I don't really have a job. I mean I played rock'n'roll, for goodness sake. I don't believe in heaven. That is, I don't believe in any pearly gates opening to a glorious afterlife.
This is heaven, this life I'm living. My mind's in the gutter and I'll only wear pants when I want to.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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