Basement Xanadu

Sometime during existence, we find ourselves seeking splendid isolation in the midst of our own basement Xanadus
Gazing upward toward God, Heaven, a spider, and a roach
An overland where your folks don’t haggle over your rent
Where your degree in useless gives you more than cheap retail and food service thrills
No more of these decades of sulking in General Jamin’s Soup Court, begging a hag in a hairnet named Coral for seconds on the sloppy joes, eating hell but pretending everything is Heaven…

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