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Old radio occupies desolated shop, unmoved When it opens, transmission change from time to time, untamed Fuzzy haze filled the airwaves I still listen to its sounds Buzz, it says where have you been Buzz, it replied from business A short break from the DJ Here comes Gymnopedie 1 I played the keyboard, you're right Buzz, to another channel Conversation between me and unnamed friend as we dive Into the vastness of the universe. "We're not alone," I started, looking above. "We are just a grain of sand." "But where is everybody?" Pondered he, puffing smoke in the stillness of pitch darkness. I nodded, "maybe because Advanced civilizations sought to isolate themselves." White noise swallowed the broadcast I am here again sitting in the cobweb-covered shop Blur faces from the window Cars intersect, then part ways My body yearns for repose They say sleep rest our psyche But I know my wire so well Sleep does not rest my psyche My frequency pilgrimage Across the land, sea to sea I can hear the radio Constantly, halted to flee An unfamiliar station entered the box of audio At full volume, I'm all ears.
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
Radio station of maladaptive daydreamer
Old radio occupies desolated shop, unmoved When it opens, transmission change from time to time, untamed Fuzzy haze filled the airwaves I still listen to its sounds Buzz, it says where have you been Buzz, it replied from business A short break from the DJ Here comes Gymnopedie 1 I played the keyboard, you're right Buzz, to another channel Conversation between me and unnamed friend as we dive Into the vastness of the universe. "We're not alone," I started, looking above. "We are just a grain of sand." "But where is everybody?" Pondered he, puffing smoke in the stillness of pitch darkness. I nodded, "maybe because Advanced civilizations sought to isolate themselves." White noise swallowed the broadcast I am here again sitting in the cobweb-covered shop Blur faces from the window Cars intersect, then part ways My body yearns for repose They say sleep rest our psyche But I know my wire so well Sleep does not rest my psyche My frequency pilgrimage Across the land, sea to sea I can hear the radio Constantly, halted to flee An unfamiliar station entered the box of audio At full volume, I'm all ears.
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
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