i would have closed the clasp of the directors cut long ago... and when he calls cut its time to walk off stage. i set my alarm and i go. some are burning some are broken. yet it seems so limitless when we move. 200k something years and we still move like this. my name is something unknown. i stand for ambiguity. i watched the flawed invention of the fire and i rubbed two sticks in your favor. i'm getting older. if youre lucky, you will too.
pack, unpack
where i have seen there is no rest. lines created. them all watch my ship sinking. hold her and keep her inside.. because on the moment that sun runs out of gasonline you will know what a city without sound means. where i've met travelers with no homes. where i've sunk with fools.
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