Did you take your time with all the set-up for everything you’ll need within a mile radius?

Fast food, chemicals, gasoline, and enough prairie to forget we shouldn't be here at all.

Live here and die here, exuberance. Crippling self until I am able to run.

Setting up a date for enlightenment, disappointed by limited time and measured success.

Maximum profoundness, activity impactful to produce a profound experience.

Some fascination obsessed with life via death and I’m an instrument of grace, guilt, and shame.

And significance of presence, no transaction for spiritualism, a weapon for décor.

Some missionary abuse, hello, but it is simply exuberance and abuse.

Live here and die here, exuberance…