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Haven't blogged in a while. There's at least two reasons for that. First of all, I'm a complete mess, and, secondly, I have a job. I got a job working for a major home-improvement chain store. I'm still facing major credit card debt. I might have to file for bankruptcy if I can't get a loan to pay off these credit cards. But this job is difficult to tolerate. To do what I'm doing, full-time, is a bit of a nightmare, but, as I and others have mentioned before, life itself is pretty much a nightmare. I really have to tough it out to make it through the day. To me, work has become an endurance challenge. It's driving me crazier than I already am.
Here's a new section on the Bald Vegan! It's called "thoughts." I hope you like it!
I"m sure that life sucks. Sometimes, when I'm in the midst of a deep depression, I remind myself that I can commit suicide anytime I want to, and it cheers me up a little.
I don't' believe in heaven, but I believe in hell, and this it it. This planet has a history of violence that is staggering in its scope.
I'm jealous of the dead.
After death, even soft, healthy skin will rot.
That's thoughts for this week. I'll end with a poem for a poet.
Who am I?
How do others see me?
How do I see myself?
What do others think of me?
Is that really me in the mirror?
Do I exist?
Will anyone miss me when I'm gone?
