faust was a woman in love with a man who drives an ambulance (1:45)

i’m learning to stand with my hands folded before me, nobody speaks a mother-tongue was the name of a punk band, pounded the melody into cubes, mild in manner they rolled their own, and in their eyes, no expectation, they’ve learned to enjoy the floor plan, no master bedroom in our houses, the ego has failed us again, a revolution without reaction, i’m not weary, i don't need much sleep, we’re very educated, we drink beer, and eager. faust was a woman in love with a man. we had dinner with a man, we talked about style how it's fallen off, tromp d'bones on auto-sax, how witty we can be, our broken, our broken hearts, o how witty we can be. i’m learning to stand quietly, my hands folded before me. my body is too thin and in the heat i wear these city streets, i’m learning, this is a good thing, to stand quietly, my hands folded faust was a woman in love with a man who drives an ambulance. the ambulance driver told funny stories about being badly mothered, every Sunday it would blizzard and Faust's mother would force her to climb Mount Royal and back home she'd wouldn't get lunch till she'd discussed the skepticism of Descartes. everybody with half a brain was awkward as a kid. i’m learning to stand quietly, i’m learning to enjoy my awkwardness, to seek it out.

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