I often imagine the Void The meaningless horror of it. How we’re all pigeonholed in the Void. I’m talking the bleakest form of void. The existential kind. You don’t use this one for blowing out birthday candles. I don’t like it. I get depressed and nervous. Today was a bit different. I imagined another person rather than myself. Today, imagining The Void, my thinking turned to Mark Rothko. I don’t know why. My mind is like a crab. Clawing stuff….
A vast middle-finger conspiracy
Good friggin riddence!
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They claim this dude Nostradamus saw the future.
I may need a pill after writing this.
Be Here Now!
A fat Elvis Trump
A tough stretch of Freeway
Wednesday morning 16 October