ordinary insubordinate

The world that has made us can no longer contain us.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,
midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.
Speak no feeling, no, i don’t believe you.
You don’t care one bit,
you don’t care one bit
— Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek
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