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S3 Sleepless, Shuffling In Stockholm Somewhere in my body, A bifurcated clock ticks, Two clock faces, White on black, Vice versa. Mixed media messages, Crazy train station internal, Brain activity fevered, Arrive/depart according to Somebody else's schedule, Somebody else occupying, Every street of my body Lying asleep, Typing these words, It is the middle of the night, Bright daylight suffuses the room What part of my metaphysical schema, Ain't jet lagged legally, And poetically entitled to be Stockholm Syndrome Confused? Times have really changed, Oh my, when you propose, Let's go to Stockholm, Anything goes! So my schedule reordered In the land of either all Light or Dark, twenty hours four, I turn to my boon companion, Who soothes at any hour, My music, my Nano, And I find myself, musically, Shuffling in Stockholm. Meatloaf and Piazzolla, Muddy Waters and Purple Rain, Marvin Gaye and Pink Martini, Beethoven, Straight No Chaser, Beatles, Stones, Bennett vs. Buble, The lack of sleep a permanent fixture, Courtesy of this Bach-us admixture, So should you see a gappy, khaki, clad tourist, Meandering o'er the islands of this charming city, In Ingmar Bergman fashion, Black and white erratic, Alternating, swaying and shuffling, No tongue clucking, Nah, he's not drunken, Just dancing while sight seeing, In a sleep deprived manner, Someday a movie to be, Sleepless, Shuffling In Stockholm A/K/A S3 June 30 ~ July 2, 2012 Stockholm, Sweden
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
S3 - Sleepless, Shuffling In Stockholm
S3 Sleepless, Shuffling In Stockholm Somewhere in my body, A bifurcated clock ticks, Two clock faces, White on black, Vice versa. Mixed media messages, Crazy train station internal, Brain activity fevered, Arrive/depart according to Somebody else's schedule, Somebody else occupying, Every street of my body Lying asleep, Typing these words, It is the middle of the night, Bright daylight suffuses the room What part of my metaphysical schema, Ain't jet lagged legally, And poetically entitled to be Stockholm Syndrome Confused? Times have really changed, Oh my, when you propose, Let's go to Stockholm, Anything goes! So my schedule reordered In the land of either all Light or Dark, twenty hours four, I turn to my boon companion, Who soothes at any hour, My music, my Nano, And I find myself, musically, Shuffling in Stockholm. Meatloaf and Piazzolla, Muddy Waters and Purple Rain, Marvin Gaye and Pink Martini, Beethoven, Straight No Chaser, Beatles, Stones, Bennett vs. Buble, The lack of sleep a permanent fixture, Courtesy of this Bach-us admixture, So should you see a gappy, khaki, clad tourist, Meandering o'er the islands of this charming city, In Ingmar Bergman fashion, Black and white erratic, Alternating, swaying and shuffling, No tongue clucking, Nah, he's not drunken, Just dancing while sight seeing, In a sleep deprived manner, Someday a movie to be, Sleepless, Shuffling In Stockholm A/K/A S3 June 30 ~ July 2, 2012 Stockholm, Sweden
nat-lipstadt
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
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