2001-05-27 - 5:44 p.m.
the smoke filters through my eyelashes and the golden idol looks knowingly at the red queen
i have waited here for 8 months, with no sign of the coming of the wolf yet
the only company that i keep is that of Mr. Phelps, who not only dances, but also vomits mercury
such talent!
perhaps the rock that is my sister's pride will finally come to fruition in this land of baked hills and coveted thin men
and i will lead them all to salvation
with only my trumpet
and a bottle of whiskey
