cowboyB0B

everything in the past is gone faded lead fingerprints on tin walls mute memories of the roars mechanized monsters play lullabies of aluminum wind chimes steam whistles and echoes of production bottle an elixir sickening sweetness, just ripe fruit rivers of silver cans flow down uniform channels imitation of rows in a never-ending orchard the ephemeral morning fog lists through sleeping trees trunks tapped by syrup nozzles the fountain of youth forgotten flows through phloem veins eternal life branching out like roads on a map criss-cross wide open country civilization crawls further from the central trunk a tired dehydrated core rain doesn't

if you were still here i'd tell you how i'm afraid to use the razor.