slap pensive light;who's already harnessed
the enormous blot ******* at visual horizon
domineering uncouth lazy mammothly tiny
mounds of mountain yet oft and unnecessarily
gigantic the ***** whitish vaults cooly my pane
crashing quiet yellow dashingly dashes on the
around of the scent of this space and its outside
is 東京 simmering pink buds extrapolating everywhere
and i hearken to the texture of the city wafting
instinctualy in all my little cuts and i think we're we
and not her or i. this slight abscission of my logic
and i tongue its purposeful tenor and i'll walk in
the garden of neon and it's outside it's tokyo
and it's: 東京...
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 11:56 AM UTC
slap pensive light;who's already harnessed
the enormous blot ******* at visual horizon
domineering uncouth lazy mammothly tiny
mounds of mountain yet oft and unnecessarily
gigantic the ***** whitish vaults cooly my pane
crashing quiet yellow dashingly dashes on the
around of the scent of this space and its outside
is 東京 simmering pink buds extrapolating everywhere
and i hearken to the texture of the city wafting
instinctualy in all my little cuts and i think we're we
and not her or i. this slight abscission of my logic
and i tongue its purposeful tenor and i'll walk in
the garden of neon and it's outside it's tokyo
and it's: 東京...
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