january 22nd


My America presents • LC #1848 •
The speed limit said that the neighborhood would only let you speak if you were 25 years old. So, being 37, I had to invent a wordless language. But it came out like a growling instrument and really spoke to the heart. It started to manifest itself into street people who went around collecting my neighbors' sadness and turning it into a drug.

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