Let’s talk about money. I don’t have any, and any that I do have goes to my addiction: electricity and gas. Gotta have hot showers these days, that’s for sure.
It’s fucking cold in Austin. And I’m tired of waking up with ice on my dreams. I guess that’s why God invented girls to snuggle with. I mean fire…The town I left behind was burned to the ground.
If anyone does make it past the end of man’s inevitable self-destruction, it will be the future-space-woman. Wandering space, using her talents to get through the solar system. She will be able to tackle all obstacles and be able to fight murderous alien lifeforms. So if fire, I mean Space Snuggles can do it, so can you.
Sometimes that support you need, is just around the corner. The corner of freedom and liberty and the pursuit of happiness, at the expense of all three. And sometimes, just sometimes, the support is right in front of you, wearing a long memory and holding a cup of .45 ACP shells.
In the desert nothing can stop you from reaching your dreams. I plan on going to the desert soon. I’ve “really” never been, but the arid landscapes attract me so. It would be an ideal place to start a novel. It would make me happy.
Sometimes it’s better to say goodbye to birds that come knocking on your windows in the barren darkness. And other times, you invite them in, give them a name, and call them your roundabout friend. They come back, and they ain’t so bad as when you first met.
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