these industrial cocksuckers of slaves who live in Beverly Hills and Malibu, these guys specialize in ‘rehabilitating’ cons, ex-cons. it makes that shit parole smell like roses. it’s a hype. slave labor. the parole boards know it, they know it, we know it. save money for the state, make money for somebody else. shit. all shit. everybody. make you work triple the average man while they rob everybody within the law - sell them crap for ten or twenty times its actual value. but it’s within the law, their law….

i smashed the glass against the wall and went over and grabbed me some woman. i was wounded. she was beautiful. we went to bed. i remember a light rain came through the window. we let it rain on us. it was good. it was so good we made love twice and when we went to sleep we slept with our faces toward the window and it rained all over us and in the morning the sheets were all wet and we both got up sneezing and laughing, “jesus christ! jesus christ!” it was funny