I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitols
Wisest of the animals
Who are you? What are you fighting for?
Tooth for tooth; maybe we'll go one more
This life is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Date | March 22, 2017
Location | The Junkyard @ The Wasteland
Viewer | Firestorm
Post-Processing | CLIP Paint Studio, Photoshop Elements 3, and befunky.com
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