2014-09-04

meadows of fog and wine

I want winds of white noise blowing through my life. The sound of burning is more powerful than the burning itself. I am a big proponent of free markets and creative destruction. I found a secret door in the basement of my ever-flickering existence. (Perceptive epileptics receive special consideration when applying for positions in the shadow government's search-&-seizure department.) I am determined to escape this cuntfuckingworld. I will belly-slide down a giant vagina, cannonball into outer space.