hell is full of beautiful scenery.

here in hell, they don't have real dartboards—only plastic-tipped darts and electronic machines that cost 25 per player and don't keep score properly.

here in hell, the porter is only 3.2%, and they roll up the sidewalks at 10pm, even on the weekends.

here in hell, the mountains are lovely except for the smog haze covering them, and i'm sure they'd be fun to hike in, if i wasn't working ten hour days.

hell isn't flames and torture for eternity—it's the promise of things that appear beautiful but have an insurmountable flaw and perfection under glass.

i can't see the perfect sky