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Palatability & Stalinism
Airport soundings were somewhat inviting, somewhat alarming.
Free to chew toothpicks, expensive to smile masks, tongues on Belgian Waffles, we proceed to the next gate.
Stamps on foreign identity, passport non-nationality, paying the price to be departed for leaders’ next holidays' tricks, holocaust pricks.
We pull it off.
Late nights to be waking up before a cigarette smoke clouds in the window closed why loving the unknown body parts on off-white yeah right the red sheets I rented out for the minutes to follow any older desire to contain 750ml of cheap wine, all on my own.
I will be drifting in commercials I attract and fall to rise tomorrow to snooze and Listerine Cinnamon breath and reforget.
The Wifi is great.