Today the government talks about a mysterious octopus which attacked civilians boning their hookers in the bushes by a lake. Pox-colored piranhas nest inside a stupa, they ordain deathless figs. I am fed up with spastic devas. There was another in my beans this morning.
I spend my day deleting vowels from my doctor's prescription. A group of journalists lines up to lick the gold off the city hall. In a sleazy bar, a group of young tourists eats rhino balls from shot glasses. The end of a year is not a string of pearls at all.
I download Depeche Mode & I download The Cure. I download [...]