24/2/10

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? (Hamlet, V.i)

Today's post is to remember the way things are. Remember that no matter what narcotic you're on, things will not change.

So yeah, take a nice good soak in the pit. It'll last forever.

Losing the battle for power