A dreamy starlite evening or a breezey morning car ride? Can one see the effectiveness of their decisions while lying face down in the ditch? Are those clear papers going to make a difference, will i die of cancer @ 48 instead of 47, or will i spend the last twenty years of my life lonely and bitter, foresight like a strobelight on the abused patrons of my past. Do you think coffee will actually keep the parkinson's and alhziemer's away or should i try castor oil, taste awful but so does shit and plenty of that has made home on my tounge. If the lady up the street calls animal control on my cats, is that my fault, or her's, or theirs? wHAT happened to art, drown in a commercial ocean, but the stuff that sank was never supposed to float, and the stuff that floats is few and far between, you are far more likely to see man made bouys, which float on the shoulders of the ignorant, powerful, insane crowd, smiling at you from the dark corner of what i thought was true, or at least feasible. This Is the Air-conditioned NightMare, while your lady sleeps, torturing what you would sacrifice everything for and absence of your presence is not an option.......we must watch the slaughter of our daughters through a thick glass pane which is unbreakable, unpassable on this dreamy starlite evening turning into a breezey morning car ride as i drive towards what is inevitable........................augusta sucks.
