I stared into the funnel of faces and sheet letters spelling out the pound crash pounding and did it really matter to matter of it and was there much point just standin there pointedly but the flash came to me bright int side of soot filled history that it might be worth dressing like a futuristic overtaxed oversexed diamond shining and ridiculous and bursting with light that the most terrifying would be the imperceptible change in atmosphere and inknowingly dissolving into it's colour, mind ; energy transferred via colour , sharpened sound, textural smells , each other's dreams, subliminally, so a quest for its surfacing scans the earths platter like a crab and the girl peering the speeding whirling trains piercings eye and wires and cranes and brains and hobbling cobbles and crisp cold bars and secret rubble bubbles off the walworth rd's carpet as a right for all, passed the not-so-secret Royal mint of Gibraltar, sash slashers , cash stashers, tram crashers , trampoline Dodgers, jolly Rogers, soggy sleepers , groggy gardenoids, fingernail brusher, somethings a meant fi 'appen. Did an unclipped finger design the entire slack delay of the bass of a generation? Or a mental relapse of self doubt like tripping up the stairs, a trip to the stars, for no self doubt it won't shalt
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