I am not a club advocate.

I like clubs of one.

When there are more people

disagreement takes place and then

dissension and then it ends.

Clubs kill.

Really.

Ok, well, they are

embarrassing if nothing else.

Thinking about the way we walk

makes us walk a particular way.

Didn't taste like a candy bar, but I

was able to convince the dogs that this

is where candy comes from.

They were indifferent.

I see a future.

He and the doods are gunna finish off

literally 60 LBs of frozen Hash browns.

All I could think about

was following them.

Aw, the freedom.

A couple bong loads and endless

hash browns,

the frozen side of room temperature.

Sick.

Its hard to find yourself.

There are places that are a bit more

private if one really cares.

Although it is illegal

and who wants to pay money to urinate?

Apparently there is a common child

temperature for store bought hot beverages.

If you look and think

about things

in a way.

They may appear incomplete.

Who doesn't like smoking?

So meaningless, random and satisfying.

And the animals and the plants

would eventually gather to watch their

favorite angry shows.

Cable access is hacked through cement.

Nancy cooks rice for the pigeons

and puts it in piles in the park.

But the dogs and the small children

end up eating most of it.

Taxis are one spooky-ass religion.

They don't give a fuck.

They don't even know if they give a fuck.

They don't even know what a fuck is.

I just smile and hope they don't kill me.

Right?

Like they were placed inside

and then inflated.

The blue tarp is another tribe

to deal with.

It is relentless and reproductive.

It appears as a cure for most everything.

Why always blue?