now is the heir apparent to then. it’s
a simple enough jumble of all of my
songs from this year. so unimpressed
I wake up and smell the government,
learn to turn a farce into commitment.
turn friends into something real like
contentment with words and the act
of growing over the lump. two guys
making out on the wicker couch
and I’m still a vegetarian
putting calls through to the
president of China.
