Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Yawn, I Can't Sleep Lately (1775)




Ya Figure?

A flippant toss of the genetic coin and there you are, be it lifting or endeavors elsewhere . . .
as humans under the ceiling we've been doomed to live within
our beliefs change no different from
the drying wheat and its urge
to become chaff
inevitable, wholly
natural.


Confessions of a Failed Zen Chef

I am eating food
I don't recall cooking and
live in failed hopes of not
remembering having eaten.

It's rough, I tells ya.

YA GOTTA LOVE
people who say
"This is a hard world."
as if they know another one.

Seriously . . . 

I love lies, and that's why
I've survived this long.

Meanwhile, I am really liking this book: 



4 comments:

  1. A rimshot-based plea for help?

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  2. I hear your pleas and will continue to ignore them, but then, I DO have a messianic complex. You know, all that "as above so below" that covers divine deafness and the sudden lack of hearing that followed creation. That'll be me, or should I say, "ME."

    Live now from fallen Eden, our on-the-spot reporter not named Peary Rader relays the latest . . .

    "We're all fucked, and always have been."

    Uh. Okay, Yes . . . Peary's been having some "issues" lately and we'll be taking a very short commercial break
    of the serious non-comedic variety dealing with meds of the future . . ."

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  3. If that don't put ya to sleep, nothing will.
    Duh, ya lifts em up and puts em down.
    What the hell more do you want!
    he jested.

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  4. Sittin' on a powder keg waiting to detonate
    them people called "us" are rather stressed.

    This bed we made may be a dream, but hey
    who gives a fuck and good luck.


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