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Feb 2012
the daily hum-drum that we find in our lives
has again been replaced with this dub-step vibe,
we step in time to the rhythm as it moves
wobbling drops that can't stop our groove.
in fact they fuel it,
the real-time, phase-nine,
electro-hip hop, bass-line.
laser projections ready to stump and soothe our sight-line,
like a spaceship's blast off up over to cloud nine.
a bass-smith's tools perfect ghoulish dub lines,
the masters of the craft, now imploding history's timeline.
Noel Irion
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Noel Irion  29/M
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