Orange County is Not Organic

Sidewalks are too hard and the light pollution is too much for the nighttime sky to hold. Its too soaked with everyone’s lonesomeness. And people laze in their faint beds next to their waterlogged fantasies of oceans and seas. Never embracing the audible voice in their interior character that says ‘I want something more’. Those poor humans, they don’t have the courage to sit up and admit that they’re square; ridged on the edges and restrained in form. They just hope that they can wake up and make it through one more day on their calendar. Make it through another freeway, another business convention, another designer latte. Their existence is as thoughtless as their frothy steamed beverage. How else are you supposed to live? Only, Jesus wants to give you a hug.-C.L.