there is a room, it is like a drawing, one person seems to have a city for a head, the other person seems to have a city for a head too
that is good enough, not that good
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the streets outside are filled with fruit punch drink mix, many packets, as people sell, dried bits, no water to mix, helping each other
to drink, be a city on the head
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people sit inside, there are towns, many streets, of the things we might have said to each other
this
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you see
oh, it's a string with a pendant made of a bolt and wire, where are we thinking, cut-out lottery tickets .. how do we augment our minds, oh it's silly .. the lady, she used to dance, show people her petunia, now she studies in university, try to find "what they say" this man, says "what they say" she can't reach him, he's crazy
he goes on and off
crude yellow blazer, tattooed to the floor, sludge stream out thoughts grey linoleum 1950 3040 discount, jail my mind here come visit I feel you in the air of outside in public for real
ah sky takes small trip in envelope of these words here mind not a mind behind universe is shy creations hug the human thoughts
can you think this how do people sit augmented breathe computers small words shine crooks and nannies nooks and crannies spell well sky and what is behind it oh I am tired to appear finally photos videos still near themselves in it myriad of hint I come through to your face where "my mind won't to be uplifting to lift heavy boxes light conversation your finger near these words on grey screen as you talk behind camera and send it to me slow all that I want what is this dare in slow concrete world your forest kiss me think things like this"
she kisses him
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