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Dreamtych
Dreamtych
Dreamtych
I feel the physical fact of your white skin, mythical, but no different
I shall get off you the fashionable way: slide like a child
Like the way the world has always been: back and forth
my band, and that stray cat we picked up last October are invited;
Everyone is having fun so much that no one notices the Domino Pizza at the table.
After minutes of searching for you in the house, you are not actually there.
and smelly T-shirts to everyone in exchange for their cheers and gratitude
for his unholy presence; that someone was a living remnant of what was
once evil in our land. I struggled my way out of this godforsaken crowd.
if that“bongo brain” wins, he and the other one with an overbite but seems
nice and quiet, will appear to the last two living members
of their band, once big, once close to being gods as well but got beat up
when they went here, and tell them to just imagine playing here again.
I turn my back again, the motorcade and the two men vanish.
on my way home.