Don't drink the water ... features

It’s 5 and the neon is flicking through thick felt curtains. The clock keeps flashing at me:
“Please stop talking to me, don’t do this.
“We can have a meaningful relationship, you just have to be honest.
“Is it AM or PM?”
AK is hallucinating, Waz is sleeping and I am between.
Giant volcanoes erupt every hour on the hour and gondolas float through the desert, searching for consumers while Caesar gloats as his empire roars.



We took mushrooms and I shat for two days straight then went out for new jeans and a belt. The paradise buffet was all that America can eat for just $6.99. So we ate to pass the time and waited and ate apple pie and waited and I shat some more.
Then our princess delivered juice and we checked to see it was included.
She was beautiful and oddly naïve, her innocence was honest – the most honest thing I’d felt in 24 hours. I hearted her but it was useless like it always is. She just kept bringing me apple juice, caring for me more and more with each limp sip. I asked for more ice ands she obliged – I could have had her right there.
We got out as best we could, with more than our dignity in tatters but our souls still intact.