Morning comes the sunrise and I’m driven to my bed
I see that it is empty and there’s devils in my head
I embrace the many-colored beast
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease
I saw a squirrel running across the street today, with a full slice of pepperoni pizza in his mouth. He had the crust end in his teeth, and the pointed end out ahead of him. Hauling ass.
That has to be an omen of some kind, a portent of something. Only, I have no idea what; and I have even less of an idea of how to look it up and find out. Read the rest of this entry »