So say it’s all up and gone. Say it’s broken and washed away. Now what, now what? Bubble gum chewing whore sitting on the edge of the bed, looking on with kind solicitousness as you fumble for your junk. The moon slowly edging its way across the horizon, never reaching the apex of the sky but skimming the horizon. The tequila buzz burning and frying itself into a low level mental burn without ever turning belly up and scarring your mind.

A glittering, gleaming world of fabulous monkeys, each and every one of them oblivious to the millenia of history they have inherited, their heritage of disease and bloodshed, their inheritance of brutality and mindless bestial internicine love.