Empire Of The Senseless

I married P on the ground floor of the parking structure at fashion valley transit center. The mall is so fucking beautiful nowadays, completely desolate. Green is springing from the cracks in the pavement that no one dares to crush. No one is left, everyone ran and hid; everyone got sick of buying shit as a means of feeling alive. With no one left buying shit, all the money ceased to exist, and poof! Just like magic, we freed our achy bodies and started to scream bloody murder in the streets. Murder! Don’t tell me how to hold my hands out sir! I don’t want your currency. Get down on your knees and worship the ground beneath my feet. You’ve murdered her without regard for your own fate; the payment is your body. I look out of the bus window; there isn’t a stupid car in sight. Our wedding venue is flooded to our ankles. All are guests are in rain boots. You mum is pissy. Your brother’s dog is soaking wet. Your friends are not feeling it. They want an explanation. I say ‘Suck it up pretty princesses, this is my