i'm just catching up to today, this is this morning, i'll do a song about it, a borrowed song, the other stuff was so yesterday, about rinpoche, crazy wisdom, and i realized i seen it before but it still connoted, but i forgot how drunk he was which is really amazing, he crashed his car and was half paralyzed and still slept with acolytes and smoked like a little chubby devil and i thought of what nietsche said about the danger of getting rid of the devil inside you and losing the best part of you and people cried all these years after he died at 47 because he was so real and hid nothing and he was that rarest of honest shining jewels. 
this morning we walked right by kumar and his sugar mama and i said nothing and he looked blank like he does so probably wasn't ignoring us but his mama looked and side-stepped mister and we fleetingly glanced and then i texted him saying i just walked by you and your sugar mama which i hope didn't offend but i don't mind as he said his sugar mama for some reason of her own secret she doesn't much like us and honestly i never liked her i don't know why this is just chemistry and it's funny to think of them living together and him with her sad dog looking at each other in the disheveled apartment. what does it add up to? where are we going and why are we here?