Svetlana + Belmont

The Asteroid That Broke My Heart

Svetlana, I used to love walking down Michigan Avenue with you in the summer with the city flags blowing over the Chicago River like cut-up parachutes.  It breaks my heart knowing tomorrow it’ll be just a fireball of cement and tar and human flesh and rubber and medigel.  Maybe we should just cram a handful of TVC's down our throat and then hold hands until the end as the molten sun set finally explodes into the horizon, gushing through the beach and up the streets, filling up the air with gas flame, and then slowly obliterating all of Venice Beach, Santa Monica, and Manhattan Beach, one block and one shoreline and one life story at a time.  Maybe we should take a couple SX3's and then fuck all night on the crowded beach like two brain-dead SOSers, until the first wave of brimstone rolls up the coastline like a giant tsunami of atomic fire.