Empire Of The Senseless

“Oh baby, believe me. You’re wanted here.” She’s twice my height. It’s my first night in a strange house. Room and board is free, just so long as I let a couple dozen bodies take mine for nothing. There is no exchange of currency here. This is where the transparency of definitions disappears. Poof! This is where I learn the value of the color green: love. That thing stinks. “I fucking hate your ways of believing in this form of currency. You make me sick. I fell from the heavens to lie on the cement in front of your house. I left the stars to stand in this shit show with you. And all you can think about is whom I’m fucking. How much money you’ll make. Go ahead baby, save your stupid currency; it won’t ever get you my body again. ” I spit in her face. She grabs my wrist and holds it above my head. “Listen here, you little brat. I’ll leave you out in Boston’s holiday nights again. Is that what you want? You want to look into my eyes; you want to freeze to death? Be my fucking guest. I’m offering you my bed, the