Changes Are No Good

It’s times like these I wish I was in my car. Oh, the hustle & bustle of the city. The buildings that stand so strong and true. The calculations and arithmetic of the people watching you. The squeaking of breaks, the toots from horns. But I fear this has me stuck in a La La Land of productive disorder. An earth quaking chill of neurotic implements. Emposed and embarked by the ideas of other speciment. I continue to embelish on this and furthermore fall down the drowning rabit hole… the abyss. But for what it’s worth, I Love You.

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