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there's no tomorrow.. there's no today.. there are only yesterdays.. so i remember you.. jokerlikeserioussowhy.. your hope is my steam engine.. hey would you.. would you.. it's too soon to spell the rest.. i miss you already.. small kiss.. french idea.. sleep well nostalgic art..

i drop my soul, my mind, my heart in a box..  along with the void..  you found it. is this/that cat dead or alive, my love.. ? it is no magic.. no magic bullet for addiction.. there is no magic in root..

ramai dintr-un film cu o scena, cu o replica, cu un element de decor, cu o piesa de costum.. electric blu in cazul asta, asa-i? este o fila de carte in lumina directa a reflectorului de scena.. este realitate topita cu celuloid.. poate un vis ori un cosmar. she owns my body and soul.. tell me everything, the monster is up and marv is out of jokes. entropy makes the real go dark, shady (real).. in this town's stories the entropy was/is red.. and we walk this/that holographic universe with one mistake, we vote.. for forever.. we choose in this game of dark fences and light patterns of diamond stripes, the lie, the one and only definition of power.. what it is to be done in this/that sin city.. save the child virgin kill the old cunt become the dark (someone interested for a third act/part/encounter?) the past and the future is quantum entangled in sin city. it is the reality of the mind.. seductive.. powerful.. expensive.. deep.. low.. cruel.. and green (green eyes, lo