Talk
Talk
it relates within the business
of saving souls
it feels so good
everything imploded
it all makes sense
the closest one I can get to
is the one for me
and I think that I’m the proof
give him a peasant salary
and a liquid diet
because he won’t be eating bricks
no more
that’s exactly what he’s going to do
confused
refuse(d?) to come in
they can’t pull him out of a hole
the adjuster
foreign currency
spanish croissants
boys will be boys
hot air balloons
no sir charge (Searge?)
they’re talking about me
all the time now
we’re working our way
we don’t even have a house
house
they passed away
they passed away
at three o’clock in the morning
(3:00 is Brazil on the military mass clock and around the time early this morning I started posting my father’s words.)