the shitz

i've got 'em. they're with me. We travel in threes. Jorgondy, Blasman, and me.

403 lumps of mini demountable furphies. just as long as i can keep them close to my chest, the cards can fall as they may. i do not care. it's surreal, this feeling. like momentarily lifting my head above the compound walls and catching a speck of the outside world. some people believe that everything happens for a reason. what they don't realise is that nothing actually happens. ever. there is - and that, my enemigos, is it.