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Miami, Florida

Manager

All is flux, & nothing stays still... Surrounded in a fog, theres a old funhouse boarded up. If you make it thru the trap doors and mirrors, theres a bright red room covered in ice, listen carefully and you'll hear it beat... You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on. It seems that you want nothing, but I want it all There's got to be good reason for these dead air phone calls We're moving up slow, it don't seem so steady There's no need for big plans, I'll be here when you're ready Yo