And now, in the East Wing Oblivion! ho-fuckin'-ray! Bra-Fuckin'-Oh! bad room in bad hotel porn on in the background she's going up and down I'm puffin' with one hand holding the beer with the other when i clap her upon the head - damn - not a thing to do. i make mental note and swig. oh shit - it's all shit really there is nothing. no existence but nothing. i remember her saying, "i love your scent" and i wondered what's wrong with her?
screaming at low volumes
