"...votive"

I had a very quiet New Years alone in Sydneyhaus.

While  I still have it.

I was very cold hungry lonely fucked up poor used up mostly forgotten.

I mean who cares it's the usual sob story these days.

However it's become my routine story.

I hate this. I'm so tired of this narrative of crap.

Wish I were still a drug addict. Wish I could still 'afford' to be one. That life had a purpose at least. Get as high as possible as often as possible. 'Course as I love to say. I died three times.

That, and against my will was dragged back three times. So I could live this bucket of shit.

Note the Mother G-ddess votive candle up there.

I have this around these days. Old folks I noticed do. Though I'm not praying to any invisible people in the sky to save me.

If there are any I think they have better things to do than intervene in the tiny fucked up lives of a minor destructive species that's wrecking this planet, and are on they're way out.

So,...did I do any good in my time here.

Yeah I did a bit now'n then here'n there.

Ya know like anyone else I guess.

No kids though so evolution is pissed at me. I mean that's why we get born to reproduce more jerks like ourselves to stink up the world.

Anyway as the wise say, "...fuck it".

"What's for lunch?"