We’re living in the end times. Again. Someone needs to start marking this on the calendar so we can prepare and properly observe the quarterly apocalypsinox or something. Line it up with the moon and shit so we know when to dance naked orgiastically and make false sacrifices to bored gods.

$2 gas. What next? It just cost us $140 to fill the lexus martha. This is getting ridiculous. We’re going to have to cut back on some of our pointlessness if this keeps up.

The pen is mightier than the sword. Except against the elements, time, or in a duel. As is with habit, also quite useless against change and upheaval. All I’ve got is my word on that.

Seems the same institutions that criticized my youthful mockery of them have now stated that I shouldn’t have taken them so seriously. Wait. What is “serious” then? What did I buy into? Hang in there, the burning bush is all but consumed. It’ll tire itself out soon.

You’re never going to be okay with how this all feels, and then we all fall down. Everyone knows me and no one knows me at all. Wealth is, by nature, cynical and greedy, yet were it not for the motivation of wealth we wouldn’t have learned and progressed to anywhere near where we are. Imagine if the Jones’ never had anything to keep up with? Who would bother? What would make anything worthwhile? Embers in a fire never lit.

I’ve always had an attitude problem. It was first diagnosed in early adolescence by an astute but outwitted school principal scorned. I’m passionate enough to know when I’m alone. I too jest but not for laughs, it just happens to be funny. Go now, spread the word of our lord and our saviour, power and old wealth.

I think I hear a siren calling. Sweet dreams, kids. See you on career day.