i write nonsense until my brain just shits

i'm headed towards the ocean. coarse, wet sand with a salt soaked smell. briny air. thick green trees. pavement flowing like rivers through half forests. exit to exit we find our ways home. strip malls packed with little monsters waiting to see the sky explode. pretzels and ice cream. an armada of bored teenagers in tilt-a-whirl tanks. thousands of cows sacrificed to the patio gods. cool whip and fruit. lightening bugs and lantern bulb plants. suburban characters. bitter or crazy or confused.