and generals of Vagueness
new Obscurists in a flat world
We're all in the wash
We're all rung to dry
like raisins in the sun
having so much fun
perpetually kicking habits and breaking thumbs
trying to hitch a ride out of nowhere
anchoring to no place
Gotchas on the ride home
time outs for the timed out
Forever Young Eternally Bummed
got it all under outer space
stars are just stale light
the world is wilting
but dynamism isn't dead
and we're churning
in neighborhoods
and basements
chugging and rolling
stealing spotlight
punks in the potlight
promisers with stagefright
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