OK! I'm reading 'The Tibeten Book of Living and Dying'. On one hand, they say life is a precious gift, on the other hand they say it is something to be escaped. Lots of mystics say the same paradoxical thing.

So what is it? Make up your bloody minds! And I am here myself for the umpteenth time that probably measures in the hundreds, at least. And I've finally detoxed and say no more? What took me so long to want to fly off the wheel of reincarnation?

Gods, are we stupid or what?

I've also asked others if this is their last life or if they're comin' back. They say this is it. They're planning on moving on. Yet they are breeders. I dunno, but that sounds kind of hypocritical. You're movin' on, but you've left sprog to suffer this mortal coil.

At least I got spayed, though more for my own sake; considering how much I hate 18 year jail sentences. Or is that 18 year and 9 month jail sentences for the schlongless ones?

Anything to remember all I've forgotten, preferably YESTERDAY!