I always buy your lame ass little artwork..."OHh look people I took a picture of my shoe" And like a motherfucker I'm on pay pal with a vengeance because it is your shoe and your expression and I live off the things you do, still, to this day. Oh god, did you know you own all of San Jose? You do. It belongs to you. I will never consider San Jose without considering you, even in a meandering, peripheral thought 10 years from now. That is your city, thanks for colonizing it with your ADD inflicted wonky eye, you asshole.
I track down junkies because junkies get it and I love how much they see. Discombobulated and avoidant, they know more about life and ugliness than you ever will. Just don't expect to make sure you go home OK. Or pick you up on time. Or give a shit about you at all, really. They're for cliched poems and the occassional amusing story. They'll help your writing and your songs. They see more but you can't get romantic about it, or them. They are junkies, and if you've met one junkie you have met the all. Charming fuckers, I'm easily persuaded. on the junkie level but not---
The only person I love is my mother.
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