Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

-Mercy Seat, Nick Cave

If Ya'll haven't heard it, I suggest ya' do. A man in the electric chair and his thoughts. Heard while on mushrooms, but still sounded gggggrrrrreat the next day.
Last day at my job. Yesterday my boss and I went to go piss on our competitions window (drunk as shit) but the owner was sitting inside, in the dark (very surreal) so we continued our walk (wine glasses in hand) to the scotch bar in the alley. Threw our glass onto dumpsters and got completely shit-fucked-face-drunk (look it up in Websters Old World Dictionary). Tonight, I suspect, will be very similar.
May peace be with you, may we all see each other in the electric chairs.

By the way, spell check suggested Jogjakarta as the correct spelling to gggggrrrreat.