The Obscure

The Sun also rises, my friends.
I have a very large box of hot tamales, and I am eating them. I know, it is a strange idea to wrap your mind around--but this is reality, people, and you had better get yourselves adjusted to it.

I spent last night lying on the floor of the den, staring at the ceiling and thinking of analogies for the human race. I wish I had a tape recorder to talk into so I could record some of the things that go through my mind in those situations, because at the time it seems like I am uncovering the mysteries of life. If you think something long enough, eventually it will seem like truth to you, regardless of what it is.
At least, that's the way it works for me.
I vaguely remember lying on my side, gripping the bricks of my hearth with all my strength. I was thinking to myself that at any minute the rotation of the world would speed up, and fling me into the air and crush my body against the walls. I was trying to cling to the face of the Earth, ladies and gentlemen, and at the time it seemed like the only natural course of action.
I believe that is what us in the business call a Momentary Lapse in Reason.
What is that phrase from? "Momentary Lapse in Reason"? Anyone know? I certainly don't.
Oh well.

Gad-Dangit, I'm out of clean socks! Gad-DANGIT!

Welp, I guess I am going to go do dishes now. Or... am I?