central park trailer park they’re building a trailer park in central park i’m buying up a lot you’ll pitch a teepee i’ll bring a truck shit it beats the reservation we’ll raise our kids in the dirt i’ll throw them baseballs and we’ll walk them over to the met on the weekends they’re building a trailer park in central park and we’re building a home qwizzz is a poet, songwriter, and painter from Nevada. Stream his new album tender tangles, out now on all platforms via New Ritua

I have a hard time getting up in the winter and today it was especially bad. It’s the cold, the dark, and how frigid my room is outside of my bed, especially with my dog still sleeping with her head poking out of the covers. She’s like a tiny furnace that has nails and perfect little needle teeth. She’s my entire world. I would be lost without her. I eventually get up, get dressed and after swallowing my guilt, drive to work. I find a parking spot quickly and I’m getting out

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