food for body and soul
body lining then calls out but no ghosts.
quick nor overnight to Bratislava take
The irrationality to permanent status explain
Each week run away from seven life
one thousand snapshots of the day to capture
(and the question of whether the time in the Informationsverfluggeschwindigkeit faster or slower passes)
A bit of you think if I have time, by
To nearsightedness, no one ever want to talk about at this
Berlin charged hours, which seem so unreal, despite intensity (hey, that is why!) ChillyFuckingNoiseHörenUndMitEuchRadlerTrinkenUndHappySeinDieLeuchtblumeInDerHandSichJüngerFühlen
And think of you, despite the rat race of projections, in which I am always asked when I wake up in the middle of the night.
As I am going home by taxi, there is no pain anymore, only the small capitulation to the spirits that I called themselves. Madonna and Tina Turner sing me to the desert city a hot April night. And lately to ask the taxi driver did not know if I have no friend - whether that may be good or bad?
Maria / Mariquita design it and get flashbacks.
Am I really someone who constantly has to divest in order to survive anyway?
In my second life, the nights still lurking, and when I think of how I with you on the back deck, a cigarette blowing in the air and the legs of me stretched an unsuspecting understanding that lulls us to sleep in the haze of Smokey Ness, I wonder if we closer to the Déjà Vu, or the dream alive, because something resonates to me in again, that all this actually
could also have been yesterday.
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