all sofas go to heaven

Yeah, I’m your garbage. Act like it’s my fault the cushions got set on fire. I’m definitely the guy that decided to drink a 6 pack of some fancy microbrew and take a nap with a stoogie. I fully supported that, in fact. It was a cold night, I was excessively clean and dry, and the cleansing sting of flame brought me to a new spiritual plane - a place that you can’t fathom, because you haven’t been there and I have, man, and living on the ave- no possessions and no obligations like a sucker, just an agenda by me, for me, made to fit me, and the sometimes splash from the Hondas in the rain; I appreciate that you’ve helped me to this new plane of enlightenment, provided a chance for me to finish the enlightenment the fire began, and reach shit-furnishings heaven climbing spark by spark to the Mother Sun and Father Moon on a magical pre-drizzle coated day in a landfill two towns over.