Geography

I have friends that live far away from me. Islands in the pacific ocean covered with trees and sand. When I was learning about the dead men, I lived with two other geniuses and all I heard was lies because I was used to being lied to. In the clouds you can make faces of political leaders if you are laying on a bit of green grass. I moved in the direction I always move and so did they, and so now we are far even though I hate that we are. Maybe it is just the long walks every day.

Strike a match against a flint and it becomes a flame. Put it on your tongue and it goes away. Sounds create hallucinatory smells that are real but not but real but I really don't know. In India they have places where you can burn the dead and forget about their misery. My friends are somewhere else and I forget about their misery. Theirs is not real to me because I only remember the good times and I forget about what they stole because its gone.

Outside there is a homeless man crouched over on a bustop bench as if he is preparing for a water landing. It seems like an appropriate position as we are on the land of Los Angeles.