…E̴͖̟̭̓̈͂́͛͐̈a̴̝̘̰̞͈̖̲̭͛̉̓̓͜͝ś̶̢̻̺̱̙̀̓͋̌͑t̴͎̖̋ ̷̧̑͛̋̆͛̌͊͝V̶͇͛̆̄̽̋ī̵̙̯͈̙̯͚̓̏̉͒̈́̿̚̕ͅṛ̵̨̗͉͕̥̣̚g̵̨̘̜͊͑̔̾͑͝͝į̸̨̲͓̙̓̿̓̉̂̆̇̔̕ṅ̴̦͇̓̒̀̄̓̎̆̓ḭ̵̧̠̼̬̮̤͜͠a̵̰̎̈̕͠…

Death in the city induces anxiety

The smallest issue could break me

I sleep late into the day but cannot sleep at night

Curse Satan that I live in this city.

OK actually evil John Denver kinda slaps

Make me the boss,

I wanna be a jerk!!

And flex on the peasants,

Gonna make em see.

How cool it is,

To own the city streets.

this one is cracking me up :D

Waking at seven, meeting agenda.

Grey carpet hallways, nuther email to deliver.

“Huh. I thought the Rockies would be a little more rocky, ya know? That Evil John Denver is full of shit.”