A History of Hollywood

Outward from nothingness,
for nothing, 
against nothing,
just existing,
in a low fog of
Nietzsche’s nihilism,
Jung’s phallicism;
Perpetually entering,
rooms with prostitutes,
drugs,
self-destructive,
I always put a
bullet hole in the wall,
a poet’s suicide.

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