“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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