December 12th, 2008

Cthulhu Joyce

The sky is green.

I prefer viewing the world tumultously. That's not really a word but it fits. It's like a tilted, tumbled filter displaying the world on the brink of falling, begging for that extra kick into oblivion. Oh, I wouldn't kick it myself; that's the sort of thing for other people more worldly to decide. But just seeing it there? Well, that just burns it into my brain in bright green letters: The World Is Near Disaster And You Should Get That Pie Now.