no lulls. false senses are for bad psychics and psilocybin addicts. the moon is still hanging in the sky doing it’s thing. the waves keep crashing. buoys sway like giant metronomes for improv jazz pianists. i hope you’re a gambling man with some sort of grasp pf statistics and probabilities cuz you’re gonna have to let this one ride. hope is alive and clawing its way up the well wall. keeping a good man down is easy. it’s the bad men you should be worried about. keep your eye so close they can feel the juice. let them know you’re present. let them know your present is attending to awareness of the existence and acceptance of the game, and a solid wager. deep breaths. hand on pistol grip. have you tried the trigger? whip crack! they’re off and running and among other things it’s only a matter of time before it all comes down to the last second that may or may not be counted exactly on time or exactly in your favor. but fear not. when it all rolls over we’ll be upside down together forever. forever and ever amen.
