I remember people by the songs they recommend. 

It’s the only fire you want to cast.

I have tried to give my time to them, 

but you see I don’t own time. 

So I think of these small molecules of music as the parts of my little soul…

And exchanging them is like having one cigarette from two twisted lips. 

People don’t like the physicality of lunatics…

but the swirling storms they make…that’s heaven, 

that’s highway to surreal woods…

People only crave that.

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Photograph: Google. 

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