a norton critical edition

today i finished the novel in tears at the sad beauty and mystery of the world as the sun went down and flooded me with pure love and warmth.

then i stalked her again on facebook cursing my pathetic life compared to her new one in new york and around the world in classy jets.

later i'll probably jerk off to images of women that remind me of her, or remind me of the faces of young virgins.

but maybe, someday, i can live in the full bliss of divine love, the hot stream of my wet eyes where icons shimmer and fade like mirages on a sun-bleached granite riverbed.