Human beings set out to encounter other worlds, other civilizations, without having fully gotten to know their own hidden recesses, their blind alleys, well shafts, dark barricaded doors.
Human beings set out to encounter other worlds, other civilizations, without having fully gotten to know their own hidden recesses, their blind alleys, well shafts, dark barricaded doors.
“If I haven’t heard a word in ten years, assume you’re dead
Or guest of the Feds
Or cultivated a better class of friends
Not mad, tip the hat, fingers don’t touch the brim
Lid don’t touch my naps
Andy Capp, go ’head, pencil him in
Last one standin’, what he scream in the wind
At the end, at-at the end”
billy woods | “checkpoints”