Will the world go to shit? Of coarse it will. It always does. Last year was an emotional rollercoaster. This year will probably be pesticides. I will eat organic if I can afford it. But you know money. The party owns everything now. A slave economy, that will probably get worse. Expensive housing? I can afford my place now. But if I have to move. Where? I don't know if I would be welcome at my neighbor's house, or some other country. Stay put for now and decide if I should drink alcohol again. I haven't had a full alcohol beer for over 4 and a half years. Oh well no DUI either. Health is something I try to maintain. But the party eventually ends. I may take a year off music and do noise. I still want to work on my French and maybe another language or two. I could find work but I don't know if the jobs will pay enough. I did book publishing, but Post-Asemic Press is dust. So switch gears. I have enough books for the moment, but I am looking for something exciting to read. Male authors are probably dead. Ai will take over, and I will probably just write this blog till it is killed in the censorship wars. I think Trumpisstan will of course be a great slogan for a T-shirt. January 6? 7? 8? 9? I will watch the news, eventually. Is it a CGI cartoon? Meat forced down your throat? It's dead cells. Carbs and a multivitamin should suffice. I'm an Agnostic Pantheist who still did a Jule, solstice, and Christmas with an Iliona song. This year I may do it again (a tradition?). But I don't have too many reasons to buy presents. Love is the past-word. Today I wonder about the chill.
I'm working on my new album Silent Vampires. It will be about 30 minutes long. Short tracks and recordings written in Huge Demons living room. I wonder if he's a fan of King Love Bubbles yet? I hope they hit it off. At least I have Earth and the Internet, so I'm not bored. Endless till it ends. Adieu.
Even if I did have land, do I want to mow the lawn? I'd get a condo and watch the invasive species grow. Creeping charlie, crabgrass, the perfect lawn. Obsess. The desert is an option but doesn't feel like home. I know the world better from up here. Is there "good" left in the world? Enough to keep us going for another year. I don't know.
The literary bar at Call Edge has odd hours. When it is dark on one side of the world it is light on the other side. Is it spirit or radio wave transmissions that arrive? Both of course. A little sepia spider visit. It didn't bite, so no poison was exchanged. I realize it's hungry too. I gave it a drink of water and hoped it would sober up. Was it a small robot? It was waterproof. It was a guest. Do we need pest control? If we become infested plausibly. We could return the little spider to it's natural habitat. But the arachnid may be eating other bugs. So maybe we have an uncomfortable co-op. Should I research the spider and see if it's dangerous?
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