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To,
Be lost
among the experimental jet set
OR
the cold
burnt out rooms reverberating an urban twilight erotic vortex
grooves swung like jazz kids on fucked up love on fucked up hurt
DREAMS spoken and spoken in spiraling circles
fluid uncertainties painted and painted new
york style running
around to see everything because we needed the noise to drown out our hearts
what made us live made us want to die made us want to drown
live---------------------------die
the constant noise fed an irremote hunger of neo-punk logic contradicting lust BECAUSE
was it here that we were dreaming of a perfect space where words spoken and (un)spoken fed fluid uncertainties.
chemical
electronic
random
non-random
operations
installations
endless variations on hypnotic time lost to space
failing to withold the desire for rhythmic soul and
where are you now
?

Such prose I have never heard must a late war of gages on the heart or sould but was telling of the nidification of our lives and where we went indifferent to the knots and fellow inmates that watch us fall to pieces.