CBG works in mysterious ways

His fingernails were peeling off like he was made of clay. The river had white peaks; the red swan was perched on a can of Coke. His tall friend was dreaming of unrest beside him.  It had been a perfect picnic, but the fireworks were too close and fell on them, leaving smoldering marks on their skin.

The man's face was coming apart like an artichoke hart. The river was dark like a mood ring; The tall boy looked up. "It's just what we needed," he said, blowing softly on the holes in his skin, which were still smoking. "CBG, you and me, forever....."