"Oxford Comma" is how you addressed the day…

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U wrote the word “torpid” in the toast this morning _ & the word didn’t ring a lick of truth to me, not until _ I went outside to seed the bird feeders & bring in the trash cans _ the heaviness of the day’s humidity hit me, & I felt like goin back to bed

The song you posted to express your torpid-like sentiment _ Struck a chord in me and I thought, yeah…gives a fuck about an Oxford comma _ Like…it is out the window AND it IS through the wall _ These are the heaviest lyrics I’ve heard in a while

But they’re above me I think because I don’t understand them _ Even though I know, by the way they make me feel, that they’re deep _ & rapt with Shakespearian meaning, at least, of serial inequity, comedy, and tragedy _ & nowadays we’ve gone full circle; well back into the dark aged days, indeed