“They say that peace of mind can go a long way,
but there’s something comforting about keeping it a cluttered mess,
but when the mess is cleared there will be a line,
and it will stretch for miles.
It’s the renaissance, it’s the crying kids
who only wanted attention from their mothers,
But they masked it with requests for candy and a pretty necklace that they found while waiting in line.
The mothers all look down and say,
“You know I love you, honey, but this is just a waste.”
Now I’m a connoisseur of all the dirt and shame,
that I can stand to taste.”
Glocca Morra, “Majik City / Sleep Logging”