an italian actress points at me with wine eyes saying 'you there is something about i i i don't know i i i was drawn to you' and i i i laugh it off (manic arpeggio wild soprano) riding icy spindle fingers red and white lights flushed and pink cheeks slurring stupidly i am drunk
flicking ashes off my lap heavy lids hey lolita sneers in my bag and the train expands inwards i i i imagine me moving mushrooming like one of someone but something doesn't fit and i don't like it
i'm moody as all hell monster crescendoes and convoluted phrasing parenthesis peppered across my circuits not quite justifying the cynic,
(you little manic)
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