You'll be here forever forever damned to live forever in the orbits of the moons traces of the month the night passed was fun
Crazy people how planes sit in the head of sick pilots with a confusing internal architecture with a strange motivation and culture
Minus on minus gives an eternal plus, a Hindu wanders the streets at the level of the roofs floats the river clean in it plays water
Here or there up or down shake your head to the twist whoosh you talk to the beat you think to the beat your movements are in sync with the elevator going up and down
The city is powered by gasoline and smog the lead doors are walled up tight by God.