Tyler Fugazzie

Dear God,

I’ve never wanted to be anything other than a stream of consciousness. I want to use “I” less in writing. I want an apple. I want Aleppo to be saved. But you’re no miracle worker. Isn’t there a tuning which makes farts more sustainable? I don’t know how to peek over the hills of an atom bomb. You all asked for the nuclear holocaust. Maybe the animals will save us.

Love,
Tyler