every day could be the last day. we could be killed by chemicals, autopilots, the state. i mean the water was bone cold today it could be the last day. i don't think so. it was this cold before on the first day. it was this cold before the other day in fact. still the times are such that every day could be the last day. for many this will be the last day. many will die today as they died yesterday and more are ready to die tomorrow. my legs turned red and hurting when i stood up to my groin. strangely my groin didn't gasp or crawl up into my belly. i think my groin liked it! it's grim but i like thinking every day may be the last day. i've always been a little melodramatic and not so big on understatement though i treasure that too. melodrama is fun. you may as well have fun if it's your last day. i mean serious fun, for none of this is frivolous, except the extraction and consumption, and the war goes on and is murder. anyway we got in the water and it was a good hurt we minimized thinking we may not get used to this. whoa, when you think about it we've got used to so much. we end up being just like any other resource for extraction by insane and soulless corporations and governments. we don't mean a thing. run out of energy you are landfill or carbon in the airstream. we mean nothing apart from energy to extract for money, or bodies to sacrifice to the death industry. this could be the last day. we swim today. like a pagan prayer we join with all the waters. the good thing about thinking of the last day is thinking there will more last days.