road
Been thinking about roads. How when we move from one place to the next we move in a straight line, but sometimes that line can curve. Roads can dirt or cleche, they used to always turn row. I've been thinking how when we think of change we use a road for the metaphor. I'm remembering a broke down truck, walking home on a road. Sand and everything. When I was young the road was adventure, a way out; now I can't drive 4 hours without it exhausting me.
Roads are an important image for me.
untitled road project
we statue our fathers, here
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dollar my fortune, dollar my fortune
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road there. a whistle
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from here theres god, a lot
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wind and threat. Threat.
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dollar my fortune. dollar i hold
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how much quiet? blood
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no one and truth: birds and statue
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i statue my father
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road. home. wish
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how much cry
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did you money?
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will you war?
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truth: my fathers a trembling conviction
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dollar my fortune. road dollars
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plants and whores and
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die/die/reconcile
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there's a road here
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there's a road
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how much bloods?
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how much statues?
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visions and visions, here
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tell mother i love her
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here's road
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here we talk about road
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rocks. see here
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weddings in barns a barnfire, owl
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where is kisses? oh
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here we put truth
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here we rivers as we road
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marginal. ha
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where our roads meets we dirt devil
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tell my mother not to worry
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we roads and freedom each other
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i money and statue you
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can we creative?
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and still live?
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there's daughters in roads
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rivers talk too much
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the road. gives nothing away