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Sun Strange
Today.
Tonight.
Spinning time.
I’m spinning around.
Countdown.
Counterclockwise.
Countercurrent.
Incogruent Earth.
Or was it;
Little princess rejects sunscreen lotion like a barbie doll.
Dalai Lama is throwing a party: sex, drugs and rock n roll.
Surfers float but don’t plunch, sticky waters, waterfall.
Lifeguards undressed, saving unsafe virgins. Bioavailibility.
Wind is pulling and we’re pushing. Decompressing reality.
The fish fly, the birds dive. Humanity rive, gambling gravity.
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Nothing was the same, sun strange.
Everything is sane, seas revenge.
It’s not allowed to build around this smoking.
Oh, sorry really only today..
My time off, to unbuild, my holiday off smoking.
My excuse to break the self, the shelves of common sense.
Even the sun is strange.
What a privilege.
Nowadays, even Britney Spears is strange.
So today?
WTF…
My Prerogitive!
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*I can’t read signs but I can read minds..
You better work b!tch!
