That which you don't posses, your serve

so much depends on a little red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater beside the white chickens these days a man dies you can't leave him be gotta get his body offa your property mm-hmm so much depends on a red wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater…

Horizons, beyond the edges between what we can see and not see, what we know and don't yet know.

I don’t have the fortitude to type out lyrics right now my bad

Midnight, daylight, coming undone Shooting stars and the rising sun Packed up camp and I hit the trail Gonna find a place 'tween Heaven and Hell Full Sail Half Baked biscuits in a pan Lo-fi high stakes game I'm gonna win Chart my course…

A footnote A highlight Soft words from the podium Modest compression A Turkish delight And a Bic from the gas station Cold calls Non-binary Waitlist university Gen-Z in a Big Dog t-shirt No drugs, no society No sex, no anything Just…