Lyrics

The sun disappears from my bedroom all at once as I typetypetype away about a massacre in South America that happened sixty years before I was born and how it relates to this hot air balloon destroyed river. At 7:30 I could still read and at 7:34 the houses across the street took that away from me. The music in the room is about girls on ecstasy and the spell check tells me there is no "X" in the word at all. (I'm such a fuck up with these things.) I discovered today that 7th Street is much nicer than I had always thought it to be and maybe it's thе white flowers on the trees by thе hospital or maybe it's the fact that I wasn't soaked for the first time in almost a week.