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SONIC SUMMER OF YOUTH 2009



IN THE CONCRETE SOUNDGARDEN AT THE TOP OF AN INNER-CITY ROOF
WE ARE IN A GARDEN STATE OF MIND AND AVOID POMPOSITY LIKE THE PLAGUE.
REDUCE Ė DISTILL - PURIFY THE ULTRA SHORT TERM NOSTALGIA.
A CHECKERED PAST SHIRT REAPPLIES AS SKIRT WHILE WE
WATCH THE ULTRA VIOLET SUNSET.
STRIPES OF BLACK GLOSS APPEAR IN CIRCLES AND
MINIMAL TOYLAND LINGERIE LAYERS EMERGE
IN DETAILS, BREAKING THROUGH THE SURFACE
AND STEALTHILY UNDER-WIRE SHIRTS.
INK PAINTS THE SKY AND WE DIAL 90210 FOR Y2K9.
ELASTIC STRAPS SHAPE THE CURVE OF THE HORIZON.
A PLAID MADE OF BLACK AND NOTHING WRAPS ME UP
WHILE YOU CAN SEE THROUGH MY T-SHIRT AS IT WASNíT THERE.
LESS IS MORE. SOMETIMES. IT ALL ENDS UP IN GLAMORAMA.
POST X.
AND I STILL DONíT HAVE A CLUE WHY IíM FAMOUS EITHER.

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