Why do you live in Iowa? That place is boring.

I could really live almost anywhere in the world, but I was born in Iowa (near my friend DE), and as of yet there has been no necessity for me elsewhere. IC is a bit strange, it is as if Saturn, the centauromachy, and the Centzon Totochtin held a reoccurring dithyramb that has carried into the realm of reality. I think if Sayyid Qutb had lived here instead of in prohibition times the entire Middle East would be at war with us. I often find myself watching the beer trucks unloading hundreds of cases into the bars at daybreak and climbing over bodies of the forsaken dipsomaniacal inebriated, but this habituation contrasts the drive to remain awake, sentient, alert.