Monday Miasma # 19

Ladies and gentlemen, this is NOT a test… Please report to the nearest cubicle for reprograming.


Andre the Client!

Some of us go to great lengths to escape the nagging sense of nihilism percolating within like the Mr. Coffee in the break-room of your nightmares. I myself always wanted to get into TV, but how I rue the day my wish came true…

You’re a star…

No matter where you are on the spectrum of wish fulfillment, Mondays can deliver a devastating blow to your relationship with reality. It is not uncommon to fold like a poor hand of cards under the tremendous weight of Monday’s onslaught, and collapse defeated into the Fourth Dimension.

Goodbye, cruel world.

We sense within ourselves a potential for greatness, imagining various scenarios for a new kind of Monday. One where we are finally seen for who we are: the actual center of the known universe.

They can smell fear…

Alas! The years have labored tirelessly, teaching us that this is not, nor should be, the case. Some of us have taken the news better than others.

Some habits die hard

In a world consumed by greed, driven by madness and immaturity, the truly insane are the ones who passively follow along. Apropos of that, I invite all of you to some rooftop river-dancing at dusk… just to let The Man know he doesn’t own these Chimney Sweeps.

Viva La Revolucion!

In the meantime, we are left with the harsh realities of Monday morning. In truth, one option prevails against most others.

Don’t shoot the messenger…

Here’s to Mondays! Stay strange ~

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