Thomas Pynchon Is Out Of a Job

What's That Nirvana Lyric?

This country is truly bizarre. People are confusing. I am sure it’s just those anti-inflammatory meds that make one deal with life, though? Who needs them when daily life is enough to make the most sober, level-headed person become paranoid.

Here’s some examples:

Stores that have allegedly existed for years - although no one I know is aware of this - are popping up. But rememeber - they’ve always been around!

People are playing musical chairs with masks. Mask on in their car and then they take it off when they exit only to be walking around with others who are wearing masks outside in the sun. Makes sense?

Meanwhile, many of us are trying to get information to certain places and people - blocked. Silence. “Controlled opposition”, as it were, happening on many fronts.

As so-called journalists do nothing, absolutely nothing - Matt Taibbi, someone I will pick on as the poster boy for this until he and his co-workers do something, and he’s just going to have to deal with it - as many of us are getting hit with one crisis after another whilst trying to avoid getting an injection and losing much whilst being confined to one place without the ability to move or travel or go anywhere, really.

Yet people with audiences and so forth believe they get to do nothing. This is unbelievable. I am running out of words to describe what I am seeing and experiencing. Thomas Pynchon is out of work and who needs psychedelics when daily life makes one dizzy - just trying to survive.

Unbelievable.

Something feels about to shake. Probably a lot. Who knows.