Techno base of Faithless, inside Underworld’,
is gettin’ rolling silver rocking chair:
Roll’d over ‘n over; sometimes and sometimes, too ‘so colourless’;
in the state of mankind-hair: this silver’s an invisible-white.
What ‘a great-surrounded’, in a vortex, for ‘big crunch’;
till kazanova, pretending’:
about a pair of glove, invisible hands for lying; ..just breathless
… In these life, to ‘big bang’s; play fool, in distress.
No syndromes, sublime: no effects, seen …
where gained, are two out of one -
On a suspension bridge- Plural, it should be -
and it’s also mine- but isn’t it a miracle?
from endless departures.
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sublime: ulu, yüce
suspension bridge: asma köprü
Kayıt Tarihi : 8.8.2004 04:41:00
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