woke up this morning to ice world, the sound of scraping mingled with curses, low-flying jumbo jets and sirens. riding across town on a frozen road. my life is untenable. i will die or be maimed and wish i had died on these streets. the fact that it could be worse is not as comforting as it should be. i know i is a big old grizzled, racoon-eyed baby. baby wants to escape this bleak iced flat midwestern greedy greedy grid.

i think there must be a heaven of motherfuckers cuz where in hell they gon take all the money.