Iggy Makarevich

YTLPYTG. It’s May already. Madonne.

My mind’s all over the place, thinking about all the draft status posts here, being so nailed-to-the-spot, happy that I finally got an AudioFire12, praying that it works, grateful that my main gear is workin’ and burnin’ in nicely, questioning why I am not hitting record in Audition, especially as it is armed and sensing, wondering about how badly I have damaged relations with aerial angel, very excited about certain communications received from the angel of the north, plus a bunch of other stuff. All this is on a rolling boil inside my mind like a hoo doo stew or something, with bits disappearing and reappearing at what must be true randomness if not classical chaos.

And it never stops.

Ever.

May also means I will be retiring. Which will be fab, even though I won’t be getting it all, it doesn’t seem practical to go with the government’s recommended plan that hopes and prays that you snuff it, just so they won’t have to give you your money back. Well F that eh.

Well, there is always Plan A.

Is it all worth it? At all? I do not think that it, any of it, will ever amount to anything.

But I will try for the time being, since you never know. It is just extremely difficult to turn 60 years of abject failure around. At least in this society and age where we Homo Sapiens Sapiens critters have so far just managed to crawl up from near-total annihilation to reach a nasty, arrogant, adolescent stage in our development.

I expect it will all collapse soon. But, hey, maybe it won’t!

I know if I do it (whatever) good will follow, but even so, I just want to scream, till my voice quits. I dunno.

All I can say is yotalapaliotingule.

Why does nothing work?

Napundivrikuala.

Anuspakanutuun.

Quanduzoanufotsaang.

Kifrikotakotsutienbavaminivrik.

Kikots.

Peace