El Dorado

I got a phone call from a special lady who was very close to me a long time ago.  Her mouth was a knife, a scalpel, and she performed surgery on me. “Honestly, I feel sorry for you.” “What? Fuck you!? Why!?” “Well you used to be insightful and funny and awesome, but now you exist on the dark side.” “Whatever, I dance the line just like you do with your painting.  I peer into the void but I don’t live there.” “No.  I go to... Read More