Dissolving yellow shine making despairs and longings plastic. 

The warship is down to the whirling alley 

and I have been instructed to shoot in every directions. 

Smoke the cigarettes and take everybody beyond their times…

a trippy land of speechless seeds. 

A vegabond singing for the flow…in black shades,

in exuberance of a fading day…

Shoot him right through his eyes. 

A spilled lady finding the stars to smile about distances, 

raging and bibliophile…

Take her down. 

A old man who always forgets his way back home everytime he goes out in mourning crowds, 

make him shed some red too. 

I know I am making them beautiful by doing this, 

I know sometimes you have to end things to make people realize that the beginning is in smelling distance.

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Photograph: Google.