My paradise is Ladyface.
It swallows the sun in the afternoons
and I watch while drinking.
What better joy is there in life?
What more should we ask from the creator
than red sunsets and large mountains and
As long as we’re making suggestions,
let me say:
you fucked up, lord.
Mental illness is pointless.
It is a needless variant of parent-hating.
I wish they did not devolve this quickly,
that I had a few more years,
not with them,
but knowing that I would not
deteriorate as they
Written at 9:19 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.