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Nobody Actually Wants to go to an Art Museum
She took my breath away.
This garbage makes no sense.
The artist can't know
What effect
His wares will have.
We can't know
What he intended.
What effect his wares
Had on him.
This is a long,
Lonely road
We drive on.
But we drive on.
This is rural decay.
And this is a speed trap.
It's 12 hours end to end.
12 hours from home.
12 hours from life.
Thank god for thick pages.
And curse ascension.
I've seen the Midwest
From miles above.
But, now it's Georgia
Beneath those clouds.
The Carolinas
Will come soon,
Leaving their footprints
Across the sky.
And then I'll be home.
Then I'll return
To claim what's mine.
To claim my loss,
My hopelessness,
And my destruction.
She took my breath away.
This garbage makes no sense.
The artist can't know
What effect
His wares will have.
We can't know
What he intended.
What effect his wares
Had on him.
This is a long,
Lonely road
We drive on.
But we drive on.
This is rural decay.
And this is a speed trap.
It's 12 hours end to end.
12 hours from home.
12 hours from life.
Thank god for thick pages.
And curse ascension.
I've seen the Midwest
From miles above.
But, now it's Georgia
Beneath those clouds.
The Carolinas
Will come soon,
Leaving their footprints
Across the sky.
And then I'll be home.
Then I'll return
To claim what's mine.
To claim my loss,
My hopelessness,
And my destruction.