Everything is dialectics.
And dialectics are confusing.
How different the sound and pressure feel
Crushing coffee beans, ice cubes and millipedes beneath a rubber soul.
Ciao, Pardner
Montana royalty
That cattle call in your heart
herds you home
Through the muck of indefinite pandemic
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Sometimes I kiss my hands
under my covers late at night,
pretend I’m kissing you. But
they don’t kiss back, of course,
I was tired of my man boobs
so I woke up early the next day
and did some pushups
When I read the ‘About’ section about bands and fantasise about
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YOU GAUGE THE NECESSITY OF ART
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