It takes time to shake me out of this. Have to remind me what it is I’m making, getting, stolen, taking out of this. A loss of grace in the face of all of it. Distract in pace and forget about this shit. Revolving doors have got the gist of it, a spin to grip. Senseless in the sense you make of it, but it’s all just made up shit, and you can’t commit. But WE’RE committed and we’re able. To set the deal and make it stable, we tried peace but here’s another angle: YOU CAN’T DEPRESS US TO A STAND STILL.