Asleep again in the icebox. Bottles rushed up against the ice. The ice was once separate analogous shapes all rattling around but in transition they partially phased-changed, melted a bit, and froze back together as a huge unmoving clump. The beer is buried beneath this ice. Freezing on a windy California night, trying to make myself sweat less in the vault. No money in here. No money shots. Warm coffee necessary thankfully though the teeth-stain jokes tear down defensive psyche. Could barely sleep without brushing teeth. Nothing offensive or outspoken. You are cogs in a greater machinery. You have relinquished control and every motor function now is governed by a omnipotent marionette. A puppet with invisible strings. We can jerry rig these haywires and try to untangle the mess we built up since birth.
Fans gathering dust in the darkened world. Snow fields and big bearded men striding stoic without proper shoes, smiling. This is not cold. Keep the body moving. The human potential is too great for this to be of any lasting effect on you and your body. You will be warm again, and quickly. Is it not nice to feel discomfort? It wakes you. Meet the well informed women who is like a splash of frigid water on your sleeping face. Instant from resting, slow breathing, to something quick, violent, terrifying briefly. End up wide awake. Why desire to feel anything less than everything possible? This is one huge life. (hypocrite avoids vegas trip and stays back and promises eternity though does nothing proactive to sustain).
High speed midnight burn through the desert with the stars all open and shining down the way for the roads without electronic lighting. Rattlesnakes sleeping and gambling addiction fueled by streams of constant money and greed. There will be naked women and insanity. There will be fun and foolishness. There will be existence though for the wrong motivation. It all seems fucked.
