I've grown tired of the internet, I've grown tired this year. So I wrote a love letter to my crooked ideals. It read "Oh, how I've missed you these past ten thousand years". It spoke of life in the afterbirth within the radius of drone strikes. It spoke of love after death all caught on video surveillance. It said, "I am sending this message from somewhere in space"
I want to be part of your family. I want to forget my last name, all this anger it's brought me, all this unending shame. I am beginning to suspect who is to blame.
I need some validation and I need human contact. I'm not some great explorer. I need to turn back.
released December 1, 2013
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