Laser anatomy all around me. 

Two empty beer bottles and some of my musterbating schizophrenia…

You are here…you are there…

You smoke through oblivion. 

Let me kick the ass of this reality…

Wet fuel…I am flying…I am flying for this wet fuel. 

My translucent sex, my distant poems…I don’t know goodbyes. 

You will always be here…you will always be there. 

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