So old am I that even the sequoias were getting sick of my state of being. So, I got sick of them. On the other hand . . . different meridians were not drawn for any other reason than fuck's sake. The age of the big discoveries wouldn't have happened if men had no balls. No balls - no poles. No North, no South . . . The world would have been like a big round tongueless mouth. Undivided zone with scattered homeless bones. Not that right now the situation is much different but at least the Earth has been sliced up into semi-neat, complete deadbeat suite, unsuitable and stuffed with a human stench, mincemeat bench . . . on stomping bare feet, some drying wheat in the sea of downbeat full defeat . . .