Soft Music/Juno Portraits of the Jovian Sky

[Part 1: Soft Music]

Trolling on the DM

You don't know me though

Had you on my lips again

You don't know me though

I don't need a girlfriend

You don't know me though

Wrecked another weekend

You don't know me though

Soft music drains the oxygen from

Besieged Bushwick streets

Reflexively retching Anglo influx, though there will be

No gentrificating of

Graffitied worship of summer love

It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges

I liberated you twice

You don't know me though

You've become my only vice

You don't know me though

I know how to be nice

You don't know me though

I'm a, I'm a sacrifice

You don't know me though

I'd been abandoned when you nursed me on my swerve

I made my antidrug being your loyal perv

I became a holiday I need you to observe

I gave you devotion that I'm hoping you deserve

I guess redemption is my ultimate turn-on

This reclamation has got me trying to prove

The needle never slides off of the groove

Got to win

Soft music drains the oxygen from

Besieged Bushwick streets

Of white flight in reverse on the crest of their vaporwave

On intersectional highs

And usurpation lows

It's hard to stop the impact of one's offensive ways

Soft music drains the oxygen from

Besieged Bushwick streets

Reflexively retching Anglo influx though there will be

No gentrificating of

Graffitied warship of summer love

It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges

[Part II: Juno's Portraits of the Jovian Sky]

Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by

Juno's photos of the Jovian sky

Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by

Juno's photos of the Jovian sky

Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by

Juno's photos of the Jovian sky

Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by

Juno's photos of the Jovian sky

Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by

Juno's photos of the Jovian sky