The Weak.

No one should ever work.

Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Almost all the evil you’d care to name comes from working or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, we have to stop working.

– Bob Black, The Abolition of Work.

MONDAY: Half-gnawed bones among shit-splattered pallets.

TUESDAY: Windy out.

WEDNESDAY: The bell rings and rings, for an eternity it rings.

THURSDAY: was pretty explosive!

FRIDAY: I drink coffee.

*

MONDAY: Walking home, a storm approaches.

TUESDAY: The Oil Men come, greased-up and loaded. Oil! they scream Oil! Oil! Oil!

WEDNESDAY: “Some people choose to spell box boe and that’s just fine.”

THURSDAY: (Avoiding work because everything is terrible.)

FRIDAY: I haven’t rang IT once today. They must think that I’m dead.

*

MONDAY: Satan is whispering in my ear. Lucifer is whispering in my ear. Nobody is whispering in my ear.

TUESDAY: Almost lose an eye to a case of Toilet Duck.

WEDNESDAY: A yawning chasm of boredom, bigotry and baloney appears on a blinking screen.

THURSDAY: When you gaze long into THE RATTHE RAT gazes also into you.

FRIDAY: Half-gnawed bones among shit-splattered pallets.

READING: Fungi, from Innsmouth Free Press.

LISTENING: Moth / Wolf Cub, by Burial & Four Tet.

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