"'Goddamn, I hate to go out in the rain,' Hemingway said. 'Goddamn, I hate to get wet."'
no plant likes to be taken out of its situation
champagne, boxing, j.s.bach, \starfish bloom, this is not a hotel, terrace mundi, and the sky is white and wet, in this way: white stone on black stone, black wick on white candle, in this way: fat cloud, red brick, wet rug; and it's like fuck you deep methane, just give it few more deep earth minutes; unmarked old can held up against weird dark mountains with saint tiago smoking alone from this pipe of broken english back-talk, can't fool these flowers, they know what time it is.
champagne, boxing, j.s.bach, \starfish bloom, this is not a hotel, terrace mundi, and the sky is white and wet, in this way: white stone on black stone, black wick on white candle, in this way: fat cloud, red brick, wet rug; and it's like fuck you deep methane, just give it few more deep earth minutes; unmarked old can held up against weird dark mountains with saint tiago smoking alone from this pipe of broken english back-talk, can't fool these flowers, they know what time it is.
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