kids are enjoying the pool; im lurking in the office souls in a ring of fire trying to hose it out with whiskey its not supposed to be like this but i was born for it.
people are out enjoying the sunshine i wonder if one day they will marvel at the demons that dictate to me wouldnt be a novel thing in this world
the sun beats down on us all im getting used to sniffing out the ugly there are no saints; only snakes and holy water