Carpe Deum

Just like the first great depression, they are manufacturing this crisis to create one world bank which equals one world government. If you're like me, there's an increasingly uncomfortable pain and mounting pressure (no pun intended) fulminating near your backside, but screw it; today, I urge you to go out and get drunk in the sunshine.

Truth and reality are complete shams, because life is what you make of it. For now at least, we still have the luxury of turning our backs on whatever the truth of it all is. So I say, sweet talk your girl into giving up the "back door", or do a naked one act play on your front lawn. Do something crazy; something juvenile and silly. Whatever. These really are the halcyon days compared to what's ahead. The cyanide tablet is under the tongue and there's no need to sit around waiting for the bitter-almond end.

Maybe I'll take up Shao-lin Kung Fu, or advanced food canning for the thinking individual/criminally insane. Everything has been turned upside down and is twisting back upon itself. Reality and surreality have become one in the same.

All the vibrant colors on the palette have been mixed together to create the world's shittiest of shit browns. Go out there and become a "poop Picasso" or a "scatological Cezanne" and turn this day into a masterpiece because fierce monkeys have taken control of our hallowed halls and are flinging feces at anyone who tries to get close. They are openly fornicating and telling people not to look. It is the height of absurd madness.

I'm going to have a delightful day, and I'm going to enjoy it as though it were my last.

Carpe Deum,

Jet