Wearing matrix-like dark-suits,
these perpetual clubhangers
sport techno-designer-buzzcuts,
standing replicants
smoking
eternal cigarettes
with thin lips
& shaded-eyes.
Accents emanate
from their smooth tongues
& they look so young
in the moving light,
groovin' on less than
a hundred luft balloons.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
Wearing matrix-like dark-suits,
these perpetual clubhangers
sport techno-designer-buzzcuts,
standing replicants
smoking
eternal cigarettes
with thin lips
& shaded-eyes.
Accents emanate
from their smooth tongues
& they look so young
in the moving light,
groovin' on less than
a hundred luft balloons.
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