TV Multifarious on the miniature screen the tiny greyish teardrops trickle out of sympathy; out of luck 5 they land in a ponderous conflagration like butane-drenched strange paratroopers invading every eye. they only come to liberate the lusterless, glitterfy the gone, unwanted melodies curled uptight asleep 10 in moldiest mind. Melodramatic the chromatic tube revivifies its display. All the misconceptions of real-life rant in flesh-tone undeniability. The biggest baritone saunters to his place, steps upwards 15 at the Met, decked in best brightest tent array, to sing until his face dissolves to truth.
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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