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Berne opens herself up to me tonight as i drink weird Swiss beer and choke on weird reality. but i swallow — like i’m really not in it, and i guess i’m actually not because i made a flighty decision and ran as fast as i could to the foot of a mountain a different continent all together. escaping beyond the electric city where the people sit and count the cigarettes they have left in the pack, drinking the last bit of their weird beer, and waiting for love to come along. so beyond that, theres this eccentric magic in the modesty of a calm night in a wild city, where will things come together?
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Urban Cacophonies III: Berne
Berne opens herself up to me tonight as i drink weird Swiss beer and choke on weird reality. but i swallow — like i’m really not in it, and i guess i’m actually not because i made a flighty decision and ran as fast as i could to the foot of a mountain a different continent all together. escaping beyond the electric city where the people sit and count the cigarettes they have left in the pack, drinking the last bit of their weird beer, and waiting for love to come along. so beyond that, theres this eccentric magic in the modesty of a calm night in a wild city, where will things come together?
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
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