A Place Of Reposts And Confusion

Halowaen

Halloween has come and gone and I feel nothing. Slap my ass and call me Charlie Brown

Most of my insanity would be fixed if I could go outside at two am during a violent wind storm. Either that or laying on a very high platform for a few hours. Warm rain would be a good substitute.

Pump me full of ketamine and ecstasy and release me into the library of congress. I could learn so much and teach even more

Oh to be half delirious on the streets, soon to be taken up to the heavens via a Mary poppins gust of wind where I must justify my existence to the thing calling itself god.

This is your sign to show up to a summer camp covered in clay, pretending to be gollum and scream at children.

The clock has struck 12 once again on the 12th month. 2023 is here at last and I’m filled with a mix of apathy, fear, and a smidgen of hope. Holidays don’t feel like holidays anymore, it’s all days after days. Ever since Covid, my wonder of the world has all been snuffed out. All I can do, all any of us can do is try our best to have hope for a better future. God have mercy