quelques kilomètres de trop au nord, souvenir.

my home is in california. i belong to the streets where people sell themselves for diamonds i belong to hell. i murder valleys screaming hour through hour thinking what if i was the ocean? would i be alone bursting into liquid flames burning tourists and dickheads in tuxedos, would i tickle their feet with murderous intentions? i would, wouldn't i. i heart that place where junkies use streets for shelters and where pretentious officers beat up kids who took life for a giant rated R video game. i love SUVs, i love jukebox cars, i love traffic, i love highways, i love posers, i love emo. i love homophobic grandmas, i love heroin, i love rednecks, i love the blue red and white flag oh america. i hate california, with all my might. but who doesn't love home.