I have tried to remove weight, sometimes from people, sometimes from heavenly bodies, sometimes from cities; above all I have tried to remove weight from the structure of stories and from language.
“Went to shoot, I’m like, “What that gonna do?
That bullet’s for you, trust, you don’t want to see her face”
The monsters ate
I’m a hyena, so it’s nothing to wait
Played the back, log in the fire crack
Shadows dance about the cave
They gave the shadows names
Give men freedom, they’ll beg for chains, beg for change“
billy woods | “bedtime”