Washing My Hands Of It

I Sink this is very good, don't you? In this dream, there's blood on these streets and I must wash my hands of it. It's a very Sinking feeling -we must plumb the depths of our collective constitution to see what we are made of, and it is red. Maybe the West has fallen but its business as usual. Nobody performs a transfusion of unreality and you can't wash it away. Remember, you are a valuable asset to our organization even if you listen to N'Sync. Take time to smell the flowers, welcome to the machine. Made with blood sweat and tears in the Nobody Brooklyn studio in the fall of 2023.