The Bad Plus - Suspicious Activity - Prehensile Dream
When it’s not in season you can still buy it. Sometimes in a can or frozen. You can tell when they’re sad based on what they are eating. On day one it’s a random revisit, a snack of sorts. But heading into week three of the same thing for dinner, which happens to take place several times a day, one begins to reveal, if their face hasn’t already, how horrible the situation is. At least from that particular perspective it seems like there is nothing that could be worse. And for the sake of having been there, to see, and maybe to have experienced first hind, I can give them that. Thresholds, it reminds me of thresholds. Some people won’t want to understand why Campbell’s soup canned chicken with rice taste so good for so long(though on the upside of things it’s not great whatsoever). Thresholds. Thresholds of memory. I was once taught to be okay with it, and it took a while to learn. Eventually I figured it out, but I still consider thresholds. I once ran 12 miles without training for it. Thresholds. // Simple acts, simple as, simple math, simple ass, what simple lacks simple had. // We filled our bellies, we had laughter attacks, some cheeks got wet, cheers to this and cheers to that, some of the best, easy as that, just some of the best. // I am getting familiar with a feeling, the white paint reminds me. // PLAY THIS LOUD AND WAIT FOR IT, SOME NEVER WAIT FOR IT.
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