Death Grips - Exmilitary - Guillotine
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you don’t know you. they don’t know you. but they know that you don’t know you. hold onto the embers that bukowski speaks of. trudge, plow, in through the nose, out through the mouth, in through the nose, out through the mouth, trudge, quietly or loudly or both, plow. nothing to something, something to more. more but don’t forget how it started, how you started, how you once didn’t know you, how you once had to trudge, how you once had to plow, how the breathing used to be heavier, difficult, unsettling. everything will be.