Came Home and it smells like fucking incense.

Picked up my dad yesterday from the airport. At 72 or whatever his exact age , is he looks decent. Just now, getting some receding spots on the scalp from which hair gets thinner and eventually all falls out. A part of life, for everyone, just a rate of speed in travel , or en route. I was never too terribly fond of my father. He was in our youth not particularly, a kind of person you wanted to become like. But as you age, hey, your family kept you together, and your fate was outline in the stars by your previous actions across many births, which we remember not.

To deny the divine substratum,is not say one has no tongue.

My skin looks like its patchy, all that oily food. Looks like I'll have to start cooking, rather than my Mum's. If my hair is falling out, then its a new need. Imagine that. All my long long locks, all thick like a wild beast; hell, at a time, that upon there was, I could not even attempt to curb the swell with a hair band. It always popped off. Shit, now there isn't any, almost, yet. .. close.. ah, at this point its unclear. A diet of alfalfa seed sprouts might work, have started on that. But more than 70% is gone. Its just a shadow. People don't notice, well they themselves had very light hair. I had monstrous hair. I think many women appreciated it. Yes, they did sir indeed. Ah, alas. To the highest heights we go, before we or this body breathes its final hour.

Decadent, I dare say I have not been. Who remembers death, like a mouth full of pearls,

Due to the hair loss, I've recently stopped working out, especially my crazy routine of ~50 miles per week or so, after I got a slight hemorrhoid (that silent O).