San Diego Herion Den

It's real.  No hand crafted halogens....Yes! Wait..Traffic. Email. Smog. Concreate love machine smiling sadly with broken down hearts and overheated Chevrolet trucks.  Orange vested humans demanding my future.  Red means go and green means stop.  Solar powered towers provide me a means to and end...as if I don't know already.  The steel soldiers keep rubber dancing long enough till I arrive at my self inflicted cell...don't know if I'm dead or dreaming.

-milk