Wednesday, November 24, 2020

I think Howard Phillips Lovecraft said best when he wrote:

I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim, Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge, or lustre, or name.

Today I awoke as I do most other days. In a cottony, narcotic haze rapidly giving way to neurotic clarity. If you thought today would be worse because of the election, then you not only would be correct, you are correct.

We stand here at the gates separating two worlds, the old and the new and all I can think about is how much I would like one last G’n’T and a Camel Light. But now that I’m old I have to make due with Pepto Bismal and solitude. At least there’s marijuana.

And I go through plenty of that being unemployed and living off society’s temporary largess like a tick on a rabid dog. That’s why one of the first things I do each day is stand naked in front of the toilet pissing, my arms held out and middle fingers pointed high, high as fuck at humanity’s arrogance.