11 Nov 2009, Posted by jay rusovich in Jay Rusovich, 0 Comments

Momentary Lapse of Reason

Jackasses to the left of me, hookers to the right.

I’m under siege.

Everybody’s an idiot. I’m drowning in idiocy. I need a morphine drip. I can’t look at anything anymore because I don’t want to see what people assume they’re hiding.

No wonder they run when they see me coming.

Not the hookers, but everyone not on the payroll.

Ahem…

What the hell is this place, anyway?

And who are these morons on cable television, telling me how to live my life as though they have the slightest idea what it feels like toying with things from inside this criminal ecosystem.

No wonder they make up their own reality and hope other people buy into their delusions. It reminds me of those things called “heads of state” who fight over nuclear fuel like children playing with animal crackers.

We’re screwed.

Where the hell do these people come from?

Where are their mothers?

And why do they bore me to death?

This place is like an intergalactic zoo. I fondle the animals, pull some weeds, and incinerate the trash.

Now what?

I’m calling my mother. I have to figure out what happened the moment I was born.

Was I dropped?

Back then it was just the baby and the bathwater.

Maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe that’s why I’m so bored.

A psychiatrist said something to this effect when I was in high school:

“You are a very bright and deranged young man. Would this time next week work for you?”

No wonder I spend so much time in my head.

I guess that’s why I write, and then leave the rest for you to decipher.

So stop asking me what everything you read here means because I have no idea.