Love too listen to the old school soul on the slow
weekend where attempts to regain breath in relentless bullshit world have brief
windows to happen. Love too cut on the red light at night and fill the air with
passionate stank. Love too wake up Sunday morning, hook up the turkey sausage
and over lounger eggs, and keep it slow as lincoln continental plate tectonic
drift for as long as possible, before the bullshit world starts bloop blooping
at you first thing in the morning once again. Fuck work fuck cops fuck politics
fuck walls fuck borders salaam.
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