excerpt form Scorcher #7

I was late to work today because I was at home jerking off. It was a thunderstorm, there was lightning. I thought how romantic.

What I actually was thinking about was how lightning is magick and I was going to make a wish during the thunderstorm and masturbate to the thought of this one famous artist, here in Fag City, who I’ve always had a crush on. I thought: this oughta do the trick.
The toxicity of stardom. The cancer of attention, like radiation. Radiation and attention are the same thing. In small amounts they are good, they nurture life, but they also destroy. By degrees kill, overlove.

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