later on, the party was going on
the guests were all cheering and applauding
It led the merchants of Tunis to the gates of the mansion
or the merchants of tennis to the dates of dimension?
Probably the first
ideals of bliss synergy collective mind
while isolated, up too late, starting to dread having to go to work
burned out but still tweaked to having a good time
like a lone man with pabst, “partying”
wrapped in my blue ribbons, playing stride piano
imagining jamming at the next christmas party
oh come all ye faithless
joyful in delusion
come ye to dextromethorphan
the second unnatural act of original sin
one thing you can’t get across in translation
is the nuance of sumerian sophistication
a megamix of obfuscation
as the source material for all future history
i forot how to be deluded, then i remembered
it helps – love the leather, love the love, love the anger, love the hate
i’m okay, you’re not – are you?
everyone’s in the megamix, in little bits and pieces, some are undigested, it gets bilious and acidic inside sometimes
Edony asked everybody to come on in
the rumor of the festivities was heard all over tunis
this is how is born the word hedonist
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