Look for blue angels over the bay early in October. Look for wave-worn sailors craving vast rolling softness in the piss-stained streets of the Tenderloin. Santa Rosa’s burning to the tips of the tree roots calls are coming in from all over San Francisco: “my bedroom/living room/building is full of smoke but I can’t figure out what’s burning” “Ma’am/Sir calm down calmate it’s 200 miles north of you don’t worry it won’t effect you”. An artist is creating an exact replica of the Golden Gate Bridge to put next to the Golden Gate Bridge. My friend says “Good, maybe Sharkzilla will get confused and bite that one instead”
and I had a dream last night that my cousin who thinks the U.S should bomb North Korea off the face of the Earth is actually a really nice guy