ShadoWs of minormisunderstandings Give me the creEps
beutiful bodiEs bUrningthemselves in the ovenS of the futuRe
wirEs, plUgs and enterfaces stare at me frOm the Mirror
the past, the present and the uglY
I'm hungrY, with radiaNt hair
I'm pretTy with shoes on my eYes
I'm leaving now with intergalactic forces that came to dinner last nightto chat aboUt the cyberspace
over a glass of wine.
1 comment:
ginsberg meets ziggy stardust... or if they had a child... it would dream something alike
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