confrontation, August 1, 2018, 12:56:15 – 12:57:37

oh,steal my singing, swinging finch and get gobbled up.
well, shall we go out?
oh, it doesn’t do to tell it like it is.
 
development doesn’t do itself, nor does maturity.
no snow and see it’s not snowing.
the ghosts are breathing our air.
 
tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow.tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow.
the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.