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Theres a coating over it all that leaves a tasteless paste on my tongue. The way I hear people speak and engage with each other and dismiss each other so they themselves can be seen.

Everyone wants to be the best. Not just you. Don’t forget that.

Im glad the wind is steady tonight. This leave burns steady with it.

And your name sort of rings in my chest tonight as a reminder of the tomorrow past tomorrow but the lights tonight are all tinted and hiding behind themselves. Nothing shines as bright and nothing wants to. Steady progress is the way we are told or is it restless nights are the way we are told or is it country music is the way we are told or is it miami beach in the summer we are told or do I pick a chevy a ford a toyota or a nissan. Neither we are told. They’ll never smile for you we are told.

This is not comfort. This is not love. Or life. This is bone marrow stripped of its host. A blood vessel painfully strained from its home with no where to bleed through.

Through our journey for strength and masculinity we have derived it and demolished it completely.

You are welcome all. We are horrible and funny and protective and violent and heartless and not to be fucked with.

Just as we are told.