feel pretty chill on the beach today Busch heavies and a cheap chardonnay chloral hydrate Xanny bars take me home tranny porn on my phone while the wife is out shopping oh I didn't see you there Jim it's a thin line between Saturd- er Thursday afternoon and Sunday morning know what I mean good to see you Jim tell your wife I said hello good to see you Jim tell your wife I said hello fuck noxious drifts of naptha coat the coastal air as my throat begins to swell I croak out an attaboy new jobs and then I think about Revelation twenty one verses one through five all sense of moral responsibility is cast aside all my life I was taught I was born to be bad I'm sorry I disappointed you dad the great race must survive we'll be together when it all dies even bigger and better and brighter than what they did at Trinity in nineteen forty five and then we'll get to meet Jesus in a business suit mad Benjamins and prostitutes oh yeah baby yeah yeah c'mon boy nausea nausea nausea it outshines all the sun not feeling so chill in the hospital with a body that won't move at all this shadow of mine has permanently stained the wall I hear voices prayers and all can't see a thing only voices remain the only joy that life still brings months go by I miss the voice of my wife here she comes now but colder in tone with a man I've never known everything goes black and it all comes flooding back blessed burning Summer sunburn solar nightmare by the ocean surf baby I'm alive and with eyes to see uh uh I'm sick so sick I could vomit an ocean I could vomit an ocean he could vomit an ocean what about Jesus and the master race and nationalism and the apocalypse and stuff what about billionaires that give us jobs what about Percocets and pussy what about Manischewitz and meow what about cocaine and corn pops good cops that ones that help us get from where we is to where we're not food water want some boo fuckin hoo not for people that look like you nausea nausea nausea it outshines all the sun