mister, do you want to go back to the island today? i want to feel the peace, with the lying asshole in the golf cart gone to his rest. rest well asshole, rest in your lies, i will picture what you have done, and i will savor the peace and the quiet, the presence that lives here, absent you, that lives beyond your wheeling, traipsing, your misinformation, your seething, your unnatural dissatisfaction, your imprecations planted in my mind, once you find your way out of our sanctuary to your true lie, chemical green, your meshed lawn, your manufactured life, your very finely man-i-cured golf course. goodbye, god be where you leave.