The Revelation of Mikey 2:3
Malaise.
Bitter, putrid, make you spit up your yoplait yogurt at 5 am malaise.
The hopelessness of seeing your light turn green and your f0ot is crazy glued to the ashtray so right in the middle of traffic you will sit.
Malaise.
not apathy, or nihlism, both of these would be quite liberating and allow the magma of madness to vent.
Malaise.
Mikey came to see himself clothed in the vestements of Malaise, for the very first time. The cloak came upon him like the symbiote that tried to strangle Spider Man right after the first Marvel Super Hero Secret Wars.
With no cathedral bell in site to ring loudly to shatter the grip of the coat of malaise, Mikey would first try to find the place he placed the coat on himself, by choice.
"Malaise does feel comfortable." Mikey spoke silently to himself and his faithful cat companion, Bagira. "It is especially useful in the morning when I must listen to the many ways that the morning news and that hideous kinky witch Newlin Archinal and her Satan Spawn sidekick Bob Bruce wish to tell me that today is the day I will die."
The righteousness of Dee Thompson is truly wasted on that evil lot. The hardest working man tries to lead by telling of the true light to the darkened souls of the WPXI morning team, still they banish him to the worst stories, EVERY SINGLE MORNING.
Mikey realized in this blessed moment, that he stands with Dee Thompson and likens himself to the struggle that Dee faces every day.
If there were a house fire, or an auto accident in Hell, the rat bastards at Channel 11 WPXI would send Dee Thompson there to cover it.
It is not right, It is not just, and It keeps the working man in all of us down.
Therefore, To shatter the curse of Malaise. Mikey will watch cartoons first thing in the morning, instead of the news of Channel 11.
And the sun rose again.
Bitter, putrid, make you spit up your yoplait yogurt at 5 am malaise.
The hopelessness of seeing your light turn green and your f0ot is crazy glued to the ashtray so right in the middle of traffic you will sit.
Malaise.
not apathy, or nihlism, both of these would be quite liberating and allow the magma of madness to vent.
Malaise.
Mikey came to see himself clothed in the vestements of Malaise, for the very first time. The cloak came upon him like the symbiote that tried to strangle Spider Man right after the first Marvel Super Hero Secret Wars.
With no cathedral bell in site to ring loudly to shatter the grip of the coat of malaise, Mikey would first try to find the place he placed the coat on himself, by choice.
"Malaise does feel comfortable." Mikey spoke silently to himself and his faithful cat companion, Bagira. "It is especially useful in the morning when I must listen to the many ways that the morning news and that hideous kinky witch Newlin Archinal and her Satan Spawn sidekick Bob Bruce wish to tell me that today is the day I will die."
The righteousness of Dee Thompson is truly wasted on that evil lot. The hardest working man tries to lead by telling of the true light to the darkened souls of the WPXI morning team, still they banish him to the worst stories, EVERY SINGLE MORNING.
Mikey realized in this blessed moment, that he stands with Dee Thompson and likens himself to the struggle that Dee faces every day.
If there were a house fire, or an auto accident in Hell, the rat bastards at Channel 11 WPXI would send Dee Thompson there to cover it.
It is not right, It is not just, and It keeps the working man in all of us down.
Therefore, To shatter the curse of Malaise. Mikey will watch cartoons first thing in the morning, instead of the news of Channel 11.
And the sun rose again.
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