it drags you down claiming it’s just a long-
term polishing that later you see should
probably be translated as sanding
mind you if they were still alive then
you go on like that for 500
or so pages and y’know we’ll see
but in the editing I saw the bog
I couldn’t drain slowly fill with bodies
hard candy and other small nostalgias
but never figured out how to sit or
how it fit together and you’re probably
tired of the complaints of old white me
I know I am I can hardly bare to
hear myself talk to myself in my sleep
other animals 