No stalgia Three

“We don’t even have the land   
 live off?     we’re cut off
So go back home @ night ends and eat a slice of pizza pie
On the couch in the t.v. blue down low
Volume don’t wake parents what is to be done
With the bundle accrued through the day
no system can unify
a mess towards purpose
Layers and contradictions, because
We wouldn’t even want to
We want to be painted
board in a hall wood and dust, maybe
And time
feeling lost time passing with no
Transcendence through art o god juts so bad
Speak to wish clearly, to hew accurate a picture that
Feels it is so there

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