Misanthropic fever dreams. Probably won’t change your life. Might make you laugh, smile, or commiserate. Best read out loud on the toilet.
The journal of a Citizen of American Empire just after the turn of the 21st century devolving into the prose of madness, disillusionment, hallucinogenic and sexual escapades of poetry, alcohol, drugs, and beauty as he grapples with the absurdity of what is considered civilized society. The truth is in the lies, and the lies are in the truth. Basically it’s a stream of consciousness hot mess with occasional brilliance.