subterranean soul transit
there is no heaven
only dream geography
there are no political boundaries
only tunnels
there is no god
only satan when she’s sober
when you take the festiva to the grocery store
every day’s a holiday, walmart relay, domestic tantric wank
food prices are high, satan says
half swooned on heineken
half chillaxxed on camels
no, i tell her, food is cheap here
enjoy it while you can
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