Deep in the woods, I see a promise land.

Because of the language.

Stuck in a real triangle, and I don't go out. I think about the world for a sec then hum hum hum hum hum hum hum.

A mess of things. Among things. And sort of, other things.

Van der Heide

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I heard a skull crunch, and I sneezed blood across the coffee table.

It rained today and I didn't have your umbrella.