Here’s a thought. Stiles of cash stuffed inside passions, stacking up with such speed our nation reflects the world as it is, advancing toward convenience stops and arbitrary stretches we don’t care about.

Well, most of these “pieces” are literal, based on trying to sit down and sing [starting to sing] “Baby, you’re still wearing your headset.”

An air of inevitability around advanced codes has been shattered. It seems inauthentic in the first heavy mustache sense. I am more than at war. Your holding me, the middle of the throat..

I kiss the air. This.