Oh don't you fucking worry. I know I'm stupid but not enough fall victim to certain illusory comforts. It all falls away. I know what it is like to be unable to make eye contact with your lover at the end of a drunken long night. I know how to say no. We vomit up our expensive dinner plates with much haste and birthdays are ignored like common folk ignorance in the best way. The sense of community is disappeared and no one gets along better than when they have to and when someone is paying money for them to get along. The price of the peeling van is never appealing. The floorboards soaked in blood. The open containers of alcohol buried underneath seats and the open availability to be constantly fucked by the law. We are unable to get away from these demons. They constantly haunt us in our beds and destroyed our brain matter. We forget our first dates. Never know what that Indian food tasted like. Tasted like used book stores that take up blocks and music pavilions without competition. They are all building each other up, god damn.
We waste currents on these dilated pupils and dilapidated roof tops.
We are all fucked and it's 100 fucking degrees.
