1/18/10

sage leperrier


It’s a good city, San Francisco. The eternal summer keeps everyday warm, and every night hot. It is the perfect place for a 35 year old to re-vamp their life. After all, the streets don’t ever fall asleep because they’re always too busy falling down the hills that the city is famous for.  Not to mention the lights. Oh the lights! It’s the lights that make you fall in love with this beautiful city. Too bad it’s all a charade. Bullshit, all of it. Everyone here is an idiot, blinded by the beautiful lights; they all tumble down the hills and fall flat of their fat stupid faces. The worst part is that they don’t even realize how they are wasting their lives. Those clubs, those damned clubs that pull people in with the promise of sex and affection then keep them there by drowning them in drugs and liquor. Well I know better. I’ve always known better than this town, than this species, than this world.

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