No one ever fantasizes about where they are and what they are doing. I
really just want a sunny beat apartment on a nice fall day. King of a
sunny beat apartment on a sweet fall day. Orange and green leaves.
Watery wind and petulant clouds and red noses and cold sidewalks. And
no shit to do, and no bother to contend with. I like entropy. It's
relaxing, and shifted to the infrared. I just wanted to grow, to be
born, so I figured I needed a bloody mess to do it in. Now, I don't
want to die and I don't really want to decay. I want some blessed
stasis. How long can you balance on the point of a pin on the edge of a
knife? How many angels does it take?