The Mass of All Eternity

Random act of kindness. My wallet was left behind and I was at Subway. These two beautiful and daring strangers offered to pay for me. I said that they did not have to, and then they insisted more. Thank you ladies for my footlong meal deal. I drink my Diet Coke, at home, as I type this. Just to let you know, Dean Latimer, you should have come clean years ago. It is now international scene, and they are rage in a cage. No matter where you journey, they will find you. My brother will never respect a legal authority again. It makes it all worthwhile. Maybe random strangers will be the way that I rise. Plans are hard to keep because I keep not giving up and/ or dying. I keep all of the balls in the air. Can you all just BELIEVE? We are on a precipice and the food we are used to is almost not in existence. I will just continue to work and move through the markets of foreign lands as an astral entity.