Credit cards, sealed lifts and covert sanitation, processed meat and a national waste disposal system: the scale of deception begs the question what it is we're burying. cosmetics, contact lenses and plastic surgery: bulk orders for yet more imperial finery. double-glazing for phasing out suspicions that this is really happening. it seems this season the cool kids are sporting white canes and braille zines. and when I close my eyes am I invisible? an embarrassed smile and you assume that i'm being rhetorical. but if I don't see it die this animal is invincible. I won't catch your eyes tonight, I will stutter my way through naked poverty until i'm across the street
(safe). I justified giving my eyes to stevie wonder with some spiel about a sense of wonder to discover, but I was hiding under cover of the excuse of helplessness. I fell in line with the cool kids and spared my eyes instead of change. I just called to say that someone moved my furniture around, and so I fell down, and I hatched a plan here sprawled on the ground. so hey, what do you say, we pack our things and call it a day. some come round, let's lose that frown, and you and I will leave this town behind
Writer(s): Julia Ruzicka, Benjamin Russell Erring Dawson, Frank Turner, Cameron David Dean
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