Pikckle

I recently opened a jar of pickles. It was bad. Let me restate that: I opened a jar of bad pickles.

Pickles are invincible, they never die, rot, decay, sour, degrade, or (most importantly) become anything other than pickles.

This I know. Or, at least, I knew. Or, I thought I knew. If I knew anything, it was that. But now, that is gone.

If pickles can decay, so can anything else so can anything I thought to be real my belief in everything is shaken shaken to the root to the core beyond sentences

Hell, I only even post this because I have begun to doubt my knowledge that no one reads this blog!. Ugh. Fuck all. Time to obliterate the rest of my propositional thoughts with alcohol.