encomium moriae...
tragedy grim farce of the human condition. jokes can be cruel. cruelty can be funny. can you joke about the holocaust? job and the whirlwind. you go to work and do nothing. you come home and bzzzz
i did what you wanted. you said jump i... jumped. pushpins on a board. billiard balls. fluoridation of our precious bodily fluids. slicked back hair. i think he meant what he said. i trust him trust him trust himmm. beachwood washed ashore. rising tides. rage. don't worry. shhh/


agamemnon, orestes, clytemnestra, les mouches trudge up the hill to the yawning cave. dragging wagons behind of youngish dead bodies. hear the mad rattling laughter inside. place the bodies at the mouth and set them ablaze. smokem out. dead or alive. enfumades. a sad assembly. the black smoke grows thicker and thicker til their eyes burn and they turn away and all they hear over the cracksnapping fire is a long loud cackle. he laughs and laughs and laughs. when they've all stumbled away down the hillside he emerges at last, head wrapped, solemn beard, long thin lips, bony finger tracing the air. he observes the ashes, turns, reenters the pebblestrewn abode.
thus were sacrificed at the altar of an unholy spirit so many of our jarheads.