Face out at the end of the day, this time's nominally mine and I'ma treat it that way. My eyes down through a couple of beers then we're unpacking the bags of things we'd wanted to say. Like, ‘I think our faces are like mirrors.' If we spoke a little clearer we could actually see. But my world's kind of foggy tonight and I'm happy to be moving between pockets of light. Since we can't erase this ocean between what is basically you and what is basically me, if it's alright to ask, what's the resemblance between this balloon-animal-mask and what's underneath?
released December 1, 2014
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