FTR I don't know what to tell you
But I'm trying and I'm surviving and I know that sounds stupid
But you stand on a ledge and I stand on a ledge and here we are
The thoughts, the actions, a whole buncha emojis, rules and regulations as in terms and conditions as in what's expected
It's Sunday and I'm far from home but not for long
And everything gets boiled down from a distance
All the various trucks become one trick
All the moments become one day
All the places at the mercy of satellite platforms and perspective and interpretation
Then cookies, then videogames, then walks among columns and there and there and there
Follow me anywhere, I'm full of red wine and favors
I'll do what I can, the sun is angling, and and and the music
April 16, 2017
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