i steal from work. one time i took fake flowers and placed them around my room. i really love the feel of flowers in a room. and they aren't fleeting. enhance the tragedy that i feel while drinking. the large problem. scenery to a sad song.

i just went to buy cigarettes and saw flashing blue and red and decided to scope. i always am curious, call me a rubbernecker. i can't help it. some late night collision. it's the risk of the game. so many cops for a collision. i can't help but think that cops are just voyeurs for the awful. hoping to be the late man on the awful scene. but us, the creatures, it's just playing in the strange land. harpsichords strumming. fake flowers blooming. and an old cocktail ringing.