I wake up and nuclear war hasn't driven the race to near extinction, at least thats what the newspapers say. I wont read the newspapers yet because that would take too much cognitive effort. I get into a tram which I hope will take me nearish to my destination. A plastic card in my pocket; I have given it the power to grant me conveyance from location to location on the tram. The driver is not drunk it seems and stops at all the tram stops. As I sit with my head down scribbling my insanity I listen to the PA system which does not mislead me and pays me and the other passengers the courtesy of informing us which stop the tram has reached. Today the PA system alerts my stop at my stop and I get off. No one killed me on the tram. It did not explode or carry us to a slaughter house or processing plant. I wait for a bus which normally drives the route. Buses show up on schedule until the one I hope should take me to work passes by. I use the plastic card again and miraclously it works again indicating that I can travel until the 20th without having to perform fellatio on the driver or some thug to get to work. I wont have to walk this week. This driver doesnt appear to be under the influence of any narcotics either. The bus company apparently hires some good drivers on the route I take. Even though I have never again met these men or women the supply on non-homicidal drivers seems to be in good supply. I head to work which I trust is still there. I still have a job. I am hoping that they still pay me for 'working' there. Even getting paid is tricky. At the end of the month I pray earnestly that the spiteful bitches in payroll show me enough pity to transfer my stipend into my bank account. My understanding of the bank is that I pay them to keep my money and they allow me to access some of it every now and then. I use this money to go to a store with. At the store their policy is to exchange my money for non-poisonous items which were reportedly culled of various ground provisions, trees and animals. Some of my food I presume is processed in machines and bears no semblance of the food they reportedly come from. Hopefully no humans were used to supply the meat. Not that I care for the humans but I have been brought up to abhor the taste of man-flesh. The fruit and vegetables also have benign sounding origins so I cook and eat these without too much trouble. Of course I do all this so I can wake up the next day, or at least thats what I hope.

I ramble,my scrambled brain

can only register pain,

and as clouds of genius float by,

i sigh.