The bourgeois adores the anti-bourgeois.
It was like I was faking an accent.
Chaos, / encountered / unaware,
We wait in the car while the engine purrs / and I shiver in my Woody sweater / like it’s raining outside
Moving house is moving between / pockets of time and space
there are no giants / there are no talking fish / there is no megalodon, / the dream is over.