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"Water, down through a thick smog of thought and humanity, hits the ground defiled. This is all we know of God. These selfish truths settle in a layer of ash over the city. The metro can no longer actuate [revelate] because all of these words mean nothing while you are in my head. xoxoxoxo. Gone in the morning, it's who I've always been, yet I find my logic lost within the meaning of you. The metro is at a complete stand still while i am a trader. --Far from subservient-- It's okay I dont understand it either."
I wrote this on the 4 hour car ride back from Will's lake house with Will & Justin this weekend. Good times.