look out the window and see snow, shadows bleak concrete floors but i dont want to see more. this city is rotten at its core but words of kindness float above it all, like vapor from fungi gorge or an upside down shore. flightless birds are a bore, necessary to grow bindless from this prison where im born. highness glistens throught the core, its an image beautiful, unexplicably so. i let the dog out the street door. this album sucks btw