Racing season's over and soon it will be the end of the world. If that doesn't happen, then I'm gonna have to find a job or something. So it just gets worse really, whatever transpires. You either die or you get old. Bittersweet dreams melting in the glare...
I ain't complaining. I'm more like, scared of the big change that's about to come. I'm quite comfortable where I am right now; just hanging out, getting intoxicated, and playing video games. It is a simple life that doesn't require much motivation and discernment.
Before long I must build another delusion and recondition my mind again. I'm considering a polytheistic base because this might help me deal with the diverse belief systems of the others. It will be difficult to uninstall the elegant paranoia that sustains me.