I don’t know what the hell’s going on anymore.  Days are just a daze these days, and the nights are truly weird.  Restless.  Inconsistent.  At least this disgusting summer is winding down.

I had a look at a book that was about as close to a “competing” book, the closest I’ve seen to what I’m trying to do.  I was pleased to note that I would (and am) doing everything totally differently.  And better.  It’s not the author’s fault…he has limited perspective.  But I’m feeling a bit better about mine tonight.  Which continues apace.  Or maybe not.  I don’t know that either.  Time is doing such strange things lately.

N.P.: “Ashes to Ashes” – Faith No More

Libby: “We are in limbo now, Henry.  We are outside the mainstream.  We are in purgatory.  We are lost.”

Henry: “Libby, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to kill myself.”

Libby: “We are testing our limits.  We are in the pits. ”

I don’t know why, dear reader, but that little snippet of dialogue (from the movie Primary Colors) has been going through my head sporadically rather a lot lately.  I know I’m always going on about needing an assistant, but I think I Need an assistant.  With a capital N.  And italics.  Yep.  This is serious.

N.P.: “Heirate mich” – Rammstein

“I am the punishment of God. If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.” ~ Genghis Khan

Goddamn right.  Uncle Genghis knew what he was talking about.  He was a party guy, and we could use some more people like him these days.  At least I certainly could.  The Agenda is progressing, but not nearly as quickly as I’d like.  And not nearly as quickly as it could if I had a few more like-minded minds helping push things forward.  But it’s nothing I’m not used to.  I got this.

N.P.: “The Great Chinggis Khaan” – The HU

These 19-hour days are getting to be a bit much.  Time for the weekly medically induced coma.  I need to spend some quality time with Hypnos and Morpheus.

N.P.: “Rakim” – Dead Can Dance

Still alive, still kicking, still vertical (for the moment).  Oriented x3…that’s about it.  The Struggle, it seems, dear reader, is endless.  Yet still, we fight on.  For The Cause.

N.P.: “My TV and You” – VAST

On a bit of a roll, tonight, writing-wise, and I don’t want to mess it up.  I’ll meet you back here tomorrow.

N.P.: “Show Me How To Live” – Audioslave

Not sure what’s keeping me going these days.  Contempt?  Vengeance?  Toxic amounts of sugar and caffeine?  The power of prayer?   Whatever it is, I’m damn skippy it ain’t that last one.

This was a day of few words, most regrettably written as well as spoken.  Let us hope for a better day tomorrow.

Summers are disgusting.

N.P.: “So Alive” – Love and Rockets

There is light on the horizon, dear reader.  Still many miles to go…but there is light.

Got lots done today.  Nobody told me there’d be days like these…strange days, indeed.  Most peculiar, mama.

N.P.: “Nobody Told Me” – John Lennon

There are presently razor blades made of fire and sadism cutting my uvula and grinding mercilessly at rest of my throat every time I swallow.  It sucks.  It could be all the Tuvan throat singing I’ve been working on recently.  Who knows.  And as long as there’s NyQuil™ (which, thank fuck,there is), who cares.

N.P.: “Always With Me, Always With You” – Joe Satriani

I may or may have not posted anything here last night, and I’m too tired to check.  If I didn’t, I do apologize.  ‘Twas not my intention to be negligent.  The medically induced coma I’d ordered arrived a bit earlier than expected.  Which was great, as far as it went.  But yes.  And but so anyway, you know what pisses me off?  Internet articles with some fill-in-the-blank version of the following headline:  15 Things You Didn’t Know About _______.”  Horseshit, you presumptuous little shit.    More often than not, I knew all 15 before whatever intern who cobbled this turd of an article together was even born.  I’m usually impressed if I learn one factoid from these stupid things.  They evidently assume their readers know exactly nothing, since they’re turning this shit out multiple times a day.  I dunno.  Nevermind.

Oh shit, discerning reader…I think tonight’s previously ordered  medically induced coma is arriving right on time….

N.P. “Stinkfist” – TOOL