u think antebellum south usa was a mind game;
a static trip through proto-Nazi pre-psychedelic
America; she held her hand out to see the creases
that would predict her fortune for generations to
come; her descendants one day will walk through
space the way we used to walk through the mall
before the gas & gunfire; yes, my neighbor is now
my enemy; all we worked for gone w/ the wind
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
u think antebellum south usa was a mind game;
a static trip through proto-Nazi pre-psychedelic
America; she held her hand out to see the creases
that would predict her fortune for generations to
come; her descendants one day will walk through
space the way we used to walk through the mall
before the gas & gunfire; yes, my neighbor is now
my enemy; all we worked for gone w/ the wind
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