Venus Beaches

I got home from a two-week stay in Hawaii 22 hours ago and thinking to myself all of the things which had been bearing down on me for the past 14 months I decided to instead of sleep said “the hell with it” and lighting a match there I stood. With the match I saw many a thing but my gaze was fleeting in the flickering haze of my match. You’d be surprised how much does doesn’t get done when you light up inside your head and say “the hell with it, the hell with sleep, the hell with memory” Lying on the back of a sofa and not remembering why you left your bed and not even remembering getting up but there you are. No matter where you go there you are as they say no more no less, but yes, a little match will light your way and all we ask is something little on the inside but heaven forbid if we ever needed something you needed, no sacrifices of interminable worth can befell the hero of you, this is science fiction dear you are about to bleed out of your own head but you know at least you hope you’re just fooling yourself and you are but you are also hiding and no no no, hero’s are not for hiding child. You shouldn’t have lit the match because now it burns in the corner with greed, and should you even be able to ignore the gluttony of its glimmer you will find it feasting on you before long for you made the deal said “the hell with it” and now look what you’ve done, burned down the islands of Kamehameha and his forefathers who now stalk you in their long sleep and tickle you with their blue beards. Machete machete, you know nothing of culture but a sickle is a sickle and this one was meant to cleave mountains, the soviets would love to get their hands on it oh yes that was a horrible pun but puns will be all we have left after the world is rotted to ash all because one boy had to light a match.