There’s no point in writing about the future — the future’s here. The present has annexed the future onto itself.
“‘Fore they dig him up, need a lawyer and an alibi Before we pull the jux, let ’em know I’m camera-shy Rooms full of books, used to wonder what’s inside Run my hands down the spine, now I sit saturnine“
billy woods | “bigfakelaugh”
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