Penis Soda

I’ve got so many other things I could be doing right now but instead I’m picking at this delicious asparagus brunch w/my fingers and posting some nonsense I wrote while in Florida two weeks ago.

Short post now but I should do a full post with pics and vids etc. Stay tooned. (Holy shit did spellcheck make it difficult to misspell that.)

The following paragraph is taken from a journal entry 2/23/25(?). Maybe it’s less a paragraph and more a poem.

Penis soda

Wikipedia says that the population of pensacola, Florida is something like 54 thousand people.

When walking downtown in the middle of the road at night while it’s raining it feels both bigger and smaller.

Bigger buildings.

Wider intersections.

More infrastructure in different disarray.

An abandoned paint roller and signs of other projects in neglect.

Illusions of big money around every corner.

The brightest smile in the spiciest sports coat sitting in the corner booth celebrating the latest swindle.

The guys up the hill crushing cans for nickels and holding hopefully onto discarded lotto tickets with a cheerful wussup devoid of teeth.

Everyone gambles with the fragile ecosystem of illusion.

Some have no illusions.

Others only delusions.