It was as if the April 6th release date would never come.
#7
How does a hand go so floppy
and cold in this hothouse? Speak
easy spring, a series of clicks.
Stranded along a strange vector. The wrist
remembers everything, telling
the future to a busty blonde/brunette. The lead
fans his golden beef onto the screen, as if
he could contact time. Escape road
is thickly oiled, darting out toward the same
hands: a knitted construction. Listen closely.
Steps swoon, sky heavily seasoned.
Sworn trees tossed tender – a secret lift.
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