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Grind Grind the sounds i find

Living life for the sounds.

 

grind i mind

 

absolute audio-rhythmic beats pound a dance through an etching ring.

 

beats box across the field and further across a synapse

 

fill up my cup to the fuzzing auto-metric top

 

meters into yards into miles into years zoom fumble into wall and leak without gravity.

 

naked.nude.phat.spat you out like good stat.( ic.)

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Oct 4, 2010
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