One of my sources say the world is gonna be a different place in two years. Well, that's less than three years, huh? And I neither need or want to be here.
I have disowned this place so long ago. When will it disown me?
Locally, I also think Contra Costa County has been singled out for destruction.
Fine with me. Snootin' snottin' shiteballs. The only thing I feel sorry for is the plants and animals.
Well, some nice architecture is gonna be wiped, but for the most part I consider it slum clearance. On the other hand, my side of the hills is in more dire need of 'slum clearance'. Gods, we have some ugly 'hoods in the East Bay. West Bay, too. Then again, I'm no fan of urban, suburban places. I've lived in rural, and that's much nicer, though a tad inconvenient for resupplying the household unless you have a seven day a week farmers' market down the road.
Though I stare into the abyss, I know the way home is to jump into it. . . though figuratively. The analogy is in the Castaneda series. Can't remember which book. I'm not going to read them again. I suppose in some ways I already took the leap. Most would think I'm nuts, but I know better; for though despite being annoyed at the slow progress, I am ecstatic at what is to be. The complete annihilation of all that is. But there will b a glorious rebirth which I won't be here for. This Phoenix has definitely seen it's day if ya know what I mean.
Celebrated Beltane yesterday with a feast. First two dishes were veg, but on the third serving I broke down and had some tikka masala chicken and one piece of tandoori chicken. Also had my first set of mushroom pakoras. Ye gods, those were the best part of the meal. Now how long before I lose all the weight I put on from that? I stuffed myself silly.
