a long car ride where you forget about the destination/ the future becomes vacant/ the present is an eraser the past is the prose the future is the blank tablet that’s exposed/ theres nothing hiding under my nose / inside the stove/ abundance of suburban suicide methods keeps me on my toes/ oh i’ve analyzed the data and I think the fucking data is made up/ laid up in this hospital/ the staff is nice but the bureaucracy is insane/ wound’s worsening and the documents don’t say the right name/ could complain/ but sedatives would follow/ in the form of averted gazes chocolate covered raisins and the smothered screams of friends who even in life I knew better in dreams//a long car ride where you forget about the destination/ conquer zeno’s paradox through forgetfulness/ forgetfulness imperialistically destroying history/ paradoxes drawn in the sand and massaged away by the tide/ im in paradise with a pair of dice/ chance bestowed my fate with a sigh/ snake eyes peer back at me/ oh so emptily/ trying to learn to love when there’s nothing at stake/ sky/ limits change as the horizon line inches forward/ I get to chose the rate/ driving so fast spewing greenhouse gas that will deliver me to heaven’s gates