Here on the town in the town where you are where you are we are crucifying Personal Jesus. Here in the night in the night where you have what you have we are loving on personal Jesus. This room is full, this heart is full, this head is full, this paper is full, this disk is full, this sky is full, this country is full.
Fuck off back where you came from.
Isn’t it strange to travel back in time to be where you are?
Didn’t we leave? I thought we were taking leave.
Leave. Take. Take. Leave. Leave. Take. Take.
eleanor j jackson 