Go home.

 i'm innocent i swear i didn't do it i didn't do nothing. what are you even talking about. i don't understand you. 

 maybe a handful of people will come to understand what the slogan hope and change means.

So, is this a new slogan? So now it's about us bringing home the change to a changed home, our park that he privatized and gentrified and occupied, towering over the neighborhood. We should believe in our ability to bring about the change. He's a walking talking slogan looming over the landscape. Whose change. What change. His change. Forced change.

 the place becomes forgetting the place.

 going down keep on building as you go down america pirate of the world going down.

i read the word daydreamer in a poem and i want to write my own. i remember still the sensation of waking from daydreams at my desk that was not my desk, that was anyone's, with their hardened gums stuck underneath. waking intensely embarrassed, thinking they could see my daydreams, feeling naked all the time in the midst of strange kids. i want to say something i knew would sound insane in the common air i always wanted to be i was mute, i could speak but i was muted in the daydream and everyone else seemed to be on the same page, strangely awake. after all this time i'm still trying to translate myself am i untranslatable? and what is time it's getting old i'm still back there i'm still a daydreamer i'm still here.