Sunshine and wrestling squirrels chasing each other around the tree trunks. A cigarette. An old cheap sweater that you throw on when you just don’t care about meeting women. The chair is reclined in the shady part of the park.
It’s days like this when I think I’ve had enough women. Plenty of memories to jerk off to in the evening. No need for pornography. I’m fact pornos have become gross. sometimes you watch them anyway and always feel disgusted afterword. You swear never again. Some old people pass by on their electric scooters. They park by a bench and get off to sit there.
I wonder what Russia will be like. Maybe I’ll write my magnum opus there. But written or not it won’t matter. We are in a headlong march towards death. Nothing will stop this terrifying fact. Except for madness and distraction. Is that why I chase women like I do? It all seems begins to seem immature. The pastor doesn’t know anything about this. He just talks about being nice and good. A lot of nonsense. It’s funny. Has he even read the scriptures? The book of Enoch? I haven’t the slightest clue either. I only understand life and only relate thereof.
Be nice! Lol. Being nice is one of the cruelest charades when put like that. It’s why American Christian’s have no traction. They’re completely dumb. They live in a hybrid state between worship of the cruel gears of capitalism and being nice like Jesus. Jesus wasn’t nice. He was a thorn in everyone’s shoe. But whatever. I’m watching the squirrels run around. It’s beautiful day.
Red Moon Coyote 