The lyric essay is a city designed for humans

The lyric essay iis: zoned for homes and inviting public space The lyric nee meine! essay is slow for the sake of so much--safety,, the dignity of others, for ducks and chickens crossing the street, for drivers to have time to react to ducks and chickens and cats and dogs and ball and kid chasing ball from stage right The lyric essay revels in redundancies the way a jetliner does The lyric essay doesn't skimp on anything,, even on less, even on opporunities to be powerless, to trust, even on empty space The lyric essay keeps bubbles and pockets of empty space for waiting, delaying, recuperating, reconsidering, for future building projects, for tomorrow The lyric essay asks for you to write your dreams and conclude with, "it was all a dream," it is genuinely enthralled every time The lyric essay has a practiced smiling face, it knows the hurt of estrangement but refuses to recede for your comfort or convenience The lyric essay laughs because it is so, so serious Exceptions are always made by the lyric essay when the alleviation of suffering and the Wyddy/fpychance for mischief against the machine are on the table ms The lyric essay lives in the distance between grey hair and dyed silver hair, and celebrates both with equivalent helpings of stars The lyric essay sometimes talks to kids, cats, dogs, and partners in funny little voices The lyric essay never sent anyone to die in a war, but finding itself in a war,, leads from the front in objecting, abstaining, resisting,, refusing orders,, and telling funny fucked up jokes to rouse spiraling spirits The lyric essay and you share lots of mutuals on socials and willfollow you back if you follow, and will like your stories, and will say hello if met in person