Sheer stocking rubs up calf to lashes drooping tears on lip tongue squeezing whisper--with raging patience of 6th Avenue express commuters at West 4th doors stuck half closed, "Open the fucking doors!"-- after needed rendez-vous raté, island tonearm plunges rough storm up the Pearl River. Palming paperbills of disdain only scalds the steeping taste for longan, but his ink stains wait for another fiction.
Skinny cyborg retropop phenom return destabilizer, Shenzhen/Sham Chun generation gap. Cotton candy pink Solaris spaceship neon glow, in the course of mouthing cupcake icing inscriptions mechanical word becomes flesh, only to discover--qua anti-Bridge on the River Kwai colonialist caraciture--Molotov torch held for scruffy bearded long hair beauty.
Long fused incendiary hesitation born out of interior scroll slow mo flowered years passed high card gambling destiny destroys forgetfulness ending trilogy triumphant what might have beens--"and so I'm offering this simple phrase"--anguished street sweat idealism disappears in skyline's checkered night.
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