painted in place

it's done. the 28th has come and gone. i am outa work. by choice. to keep from going crazy. preventing a meltdown. retired.

are you fucking crazy quitting yer job at 56 after only 20 years doing the same fucking thing day after day all day long day in day out? oh exceedingly so yes but of course.

to keep from going crazy being the key operative. and to the question mostly no. trouble being the smartest moron in the room is being in the room.

feverish forward... always forward feverish

Yeps it's coming. 12 days to gusto and waiting hard like a midnight watch in the rain. Oh yeah man a birthday's full enrichment, freedomed and spiced like alrighty now. The hunch paying off and oh big time, gonna miss that bloodbath thank intuitive plumbing's reaches.

What kills me is the "in the long run" theory of perpetually insured against the day because in the long run, in a dustless cold wind or dimly lit vacuum and twisting quite putrid dead, we're all gonna be heaving those holy clappers of hell's bells themselves just to stay warm in our recollections insured perpetually or not. To trans-counter blithely away, consider the 'ppfff' of certainty as required.

Moving on moving on, on to the foggy found be bound. O' to the buckled knuckled helli delight, bringing sweet winging light for the light.