Adam Tedesco Stupid nights just don’t give a shit they all sound the same up there taking stabs at pronouncing my secret name The silence kid stares down from the window of the double digit floor as an avalanche of finance buries the city in photographs Of flowers and towns where they grew The market for these photos is thriving People name their children after them Someone you want to die owns books about both of these subjects And is dying to tell you How time is measured in frozen bananas and a dying horse masturbates to the sound of their voice Saying Skinless men always wear shearlings Frankenstein is much shorter in real life Real life is what happens when you’re busy playing psychic war and Every calendar is a book about angry dogs