GOOD HOMES AND BETTER LIVING
THE GENERATIONAL GAIT OF HOBBLING STREETS COBBLING THROUGH DISSONANT DAYDREAMS OF NIGHT TIME, A ROLLERCOASTER OF EUPHORIA, KICKING THROUGH THE CLOUDS AND COBWEBS, NO HIGHS OR LOWS, JUST TACTLESS TACTICS OF FOOLING CYNICAL ANDROIDS WITH MADE UP LOVE LETTERS TO SELF DESTRUCTION. AN ODE TO HALLUCINATION HEATWAVE HARMONIES, HEARD THROUGH WHITE NOISE AS WE HEAD UP THE CAMPANILE ON CONCRETE BLOCK MORNINGS, HEAD IN THE CLOUDS AS WE COME BACK DOWN. LOST LOVE THROUGH GLIMPSES OF ENDLESS LAZY RIVERS, MEANDERING CALMLY DOWN SUNSET SPRINGS AWAITING REALITY IN MILKSHAKE SKIES, CAT’S EYES PURRING FROM STRAY HIGHWAYS WINDING THROUGH MOUNTAINS. TRYING TO COAST IN THE FAST LANE WHILE STEERING STEADILY INTO SERVICE STATION NIGHTMARES, ROUNDABOUT RHYTHMS WITH MISSED EXITS. SELF IMPROVEMENT THROUGH A LOSS OF PERSONALITY PULLED FROM SELF HELP BOOKS BY PEOPLE WHO’VE NEVER STRUGGLED TO LIVE. THERE’S A PERFORMATIVE PEACE IN THE MIGRAINE SMILES, AS WE BARE TEETH AND GRIMACE THROUGH MEETINGS OF CYNICAL CRITICIS...