My thoughts are shards of chalk sitting among crumbs of dust. Sex and religion come together for a moment while I piss at the sky. More and more, it is evident that nothing can be said about why things have gone wrong. I have never been able to reconcile my thirst for the cool pond of love with a certain virulence. I smell; I refuse to take care of myself. My body is a lion, and I have nothing to say any longer. I’ve lost contact with my associates, mostly, so there is nothing to say, at least not at the moment. There are loops within my brain that cause my skull to grin as the skin of libidino-egoic capitalism peels off of my bedroom wall. My values are all gone, which is why I’m spending time with you right now.