Blues busted by the GD sunshine 2/14/2020
You want to talk about a bad day? I got my blues busted by the goddamned sunshine! By the GD sunshine!! Leave me alone you nosy bastard. I had a perfectly good funk going down, Samuel.
Depression keeps getting a bad rap. So, I get another slap in the face from Sister Mary Sun MF’n Shine. I am sick of this kim she, see? Fading into a sad oblivion was in my reach and then, per usual, my entry into the realm of nothingness is smashed on the rocks of the next sunny beach. Each time more debilitating than the last, when will I have my last past?
Don’t I enjoy a joyful reprieve?, you may ask. I see those banana peels strewn all along my path you wise ass. Charlie Brown’s field goal and me, I know you see it in your minds eye. Ahhh, paranoia that’s a sign of the imminent return to the doldrums.
Impermanence is a revolving door, so I’m destined to be floored by inconsistency of spirit, again and again. Is this vicious cycle proof of reincarnation. I thought I was done with all those alternatives to the Old bearded guy upstairs with horned dude in the basement ideas. No offense ladies, if you want those roles have at ‘em.
Am I contractually obligated to live the maximum number of days? I think I’ll write carpe diem over and over so they will be my last words, thoughts, or deeds. That’ll be cool. He was a cool fellow they will say, right up to his last carpe. Please party in response to my passing. Nothing is infinitely lasting so have another shot of the good stuff in my memory.
The fact that writing this was kind of fun, I believe, minimizes the chance of my forced exit from this mortal coil. So, best wishes fellow freaks:)