cash rules everything around me
I've had a lot of dreams about pairs of good and evil animals, but what the fuck does it matter? Some folks stopped a light particle (http://www.nytimes.com/2007/02/08/science/08quantum.html?ref=science), and that's the best I've felt in two months. Luckily or possibly not, I'm paranoid enough to think antidepression medication, like videogames, was designed to keep people serving their coggish function in this souless world. With nothing to do but think for two months, I've come to the conclusion (from many angles) That the gods are all dead or mortally wounded (I didn't have a dream about the nymphs of the mississippi river, but I bet they wouldn't be looking too good), and that everything is basically pointless.