The Dissipation of Modern Rhythmic Suffering
whispering a tune
blue tablet vibrating
to the gentle wind's rhythm
as we all cooperate with blowing
locks of nostalgia
never bored in my time machine
the sands of time wave at me with
flowing currents of sincerity
i never have to wait
for the old fryer is never late
i am forever pulled in by
gravitational forces of melancholy bliss....
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