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The convenient shroud that brightens the night coin act of some patron saint of alcoholics, vampires and the night blind. All sodium-vapor glow suffused with the overcast night sky coming together to make a purple-orange soup. The evolution of a city with nature to create a more amiable environment, a more perfect nation.
I dub thee color plorange.
I dub thee lights Up-chuck Sky.
Everywhere I turn I see the subliminal attempts to saber-rattle reality with some shake and tremor, the thump of a a tiny hummingbird heart attack. Where for art thou? infinite promise of promise and ability ability, to we, meant to be something we saw or something we will, can and should count on other: than hope, is it all we have (we need to bridge the gap) amphetamines for our ambitions lose fear by playing chicken with it everyday and when we feel like we have nothing to lose do something truly ambitious like want something we can't have
Midnight like a rapist gently snaking dignity through Puke-Sky we'll fly friendly with shooting stars we make with Whiskey and pillow concrete. Write our names in the snow with our fevered tongues because we're on our hands and knees praying for temptation and bad choices.
I don't know where this will go. All I'll promise is that I'll, before all, be.
I dub thee color plorange.
I dub thee lights Up-chuck Sky.
Everywhere I turn I see the subliminal attempts to saber-rattle reality with some shake and tremor, the thump of a a tiny hummingbird heart attack. Where for art thou? infinite promise of promise and ability ability, to we, meant to be something we saw or something we will, can and should count on other: than hope, is it all we have (we need to bridge the gap) amphetamines for our ambitions lose fear by playing chicken with it everyday and when we feel like we have nothing to lose do something truly ambitious like want something we can't have
Midnight like a rapist gently snaking dignity through Puke-Sky we'll fly friendly with shooting stars we make with Whiskey and pillow concrete. Write our names in the snow with our fevered tongues because we're on our hands and knees praying for temptation and bad choices.
I don't know where this will go. All I'll promise is that I'll, before all, be.