clearish night, two overseeing stars
in the crisp air I-65 traffic serenades.
civilization is a singing drunk on a bicycle
bellowing into the dark: I am here
where are you
clearish night, two overseeing stars
in the crisp air I-65 traffic serenades.
civilization is a singing drunk on a bicycle
bellowing into the dark: I am here
where are you
“Civilization is a singing drunk on a bicycle” love that