On the campus district Up the street from the theater district Down the road from University Circle

The best count of us is now more than 8 billion This is one of the numbers we surely get wrong There are some very difficult numbers What defines an environmental collapse Where does ecology need to degrade to When will people do better The heart is usually what breaks This organ is made to make  There is the forever in the plan What we are building is infinity Where else would you place the foundation When we miss we create chaos At what point is it of concern Seems we saved the right whales for climate to kill Their name tells you everything about them The whalers called them right whales They were the easy money they wanted All those types out swimming in the sea Their type a whole population I swim the cold Atlantic Whole populations I fall for Right people float in place Easy

 I never get through July

I have never loved every number equally Didn't learn that from anyone There is a context to each of us Downstream of an absurd amount of capital formation Those in charge would have lost long ago Thermodynamics dance The titanic in the end found little use for a captain

Selection is at play Infectious the strategy Money is one a great idea Has brought us all here today Tomorrow should  not Survival of old ideas is not  The mechanism is the thing Selection as work Rational public policy excites few

If you had billions of dollars where would you get married Mars comes to mind as people die in Africa Someone died in New York as well hot and bothered They used to think there were perfect numbers You can always count on them They bring messages from very far away There is one unit of cultural information Green backed Would you have a billion people at your wedding? The garden can feel large When you have billions of dollars they start to grow on trees A trillion dollars counted is a problem What value you bring to the day Is culture and genetic How we hold value is not

Let's be realistic, let's demand the impossible, always until victory - Commander Che Guevara Most of the bar didn't know what sport was on the television Next to me a guy said he was out when they stole those goals Offside is a finite thing Not one to argue When you score a goal a man down Destiny has spoken in my mind Across the Rio Grande  Across the lazy river Bit of a Colombia fan anyways Newspaper rocks galore When don't I need to explain that?