The confusing signals, the impurity of the signal, gives you verisimilitude, as when you attend a funeral and notice that it’s being poorly done.
The confusing signals, the impurity of the signal, gives you verisimilitude, as when you attend a funeral and notice that it’s being poorly done.
“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”