The sketchy crowd shows me drawings, they’re alright - an alternately dim and frightful waste. Now come on honey, let’s go outside. You disrupt the world’s disorder just by virtue of your grace, you know…(I didn’t want to go, but leave I must. As gratifying as this dust was…)Please don’t wake me from this, my golden slumber.
I am proud to be a part of this number!
I am proud to be a part of this number!
— Destroyer, “Rubies”