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7 More Minutes
drifting loosely in and out of short days and long nights,
in the back of a taxi rolling through scenes of after hour discos & shows,
a quiet house without telephones or english,
stepping out of the darkness of a club into the harsh noon light,
shaking all responsibility, staying out of your head all day,
songs writen on bathroom stalls, narrow alleyways and cheap hotels,
...blocks away you slide back into bed,
lazing around far from everyone, under an assumed name, smoking 100s of cigarettes,
laughter lost in the haze in resteraunts at midnight,
the sound of an old music box running out of steam,
the warmth of the sun through a dirty windshield
high speed photographs taken with hidden camaras,
the movement of smoke, the relief it brings,
high on the sky of a bottle of ed's red. it ws a passionate scene. that was all about
well, somthin,whatever
the pharmacy is low
..but thires still time for one more disco,
they take you in and say "this is your home", but you know that you have to leave
the alam keeps going off.. and you keep hitting snooze,
"7 more minutes, please"
"seven more minutes"
no more rentals, only matt :(
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I was the only person who saw this!
Its out secret weapon
against everything in the
known universe,,
but its top secret, shhh! :)
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