You Are The Equal Of The Idol

I'm Writing This Book Because We're All Going To Die.

The Sun Goes Down Long And Red. All The Magic Names Of The Valley Unrolled - Manteca, Madera, All The Rest. Soon It Got Dusk, A Grapy Dusk, A Purple Dusk Over Tangerine Groves And Long Melon Field; The Sun The Color Of Pressed Grapes, Slashed With Burgundy Red, The Fields The Color Of Love And Spanish Mysteries. I Stuck My Head Out The Window And Took Deep Breaths Of The Fragant Air. It Was The Most Beautiful Of All Moments.

I Think It's All Lovely Hallucination But I Love It Sorta.

Write In Recollection And Amazement For Yourself.

Don't Touch Me, I'm Full Of Snakes.