LSR Notes: 12/2/20

3:00 PM

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1:24 AM

More tremors …

Some of the articles discuss “gas explosions” …

What are these tremors at night?

The shaking of the Earth?

The waking of the ancient gods?

Fortion-folk of frimbic-9 sending their daredevil armies of hooker cowboys and orangutan overlords?

I can stand on my own firm ground, surveying the devilish kingdom that expands.

I can mock those that tarry by the old well, thinking to drink that last gulp? – but your might is weak before the KING and your worries compound like interest on the VISA CLASSIC in your fucking wallet. You will engrave the names of your victims upon the onyx wall, and the weeping widows will set fire to their clothes and walk majestically into the sea … to drown.

With callers, standing nearby, make merry with the raccoon bishop, and his hookers look askance as the cocaine flows down 12th …

“But at least I have protein cubes”, muttered Blimbo to himself …

“At least I have the Oil of Olay …”

It has amino peptides and vitamins B3 and scumbous and glyceride and glimpf …

It contains the blood of old vampires and whiskey singers …

It is filled with bacteria and mold …

But at least I have that …

And the protein cubes …

And the weird late night tremors.