Speech behind speech. That teaches itself under the touch and sight. In the night-bound city. Uncovers spaces where no spaces were before. . Language of light.
San Francisco, July 27. A 40 year-old accountant had lost his bid to collect 38 dollars in damages from a cocktail waitress. Who broke a date with him.
The red-by-nines. Above the Rhine. The clouds gripped of the drifting mists. It was useless. And who over the ruins of his life. Persued its fleeting, fluttering signifigance.
Ooo!. Who needs the sky?. Just watch me fly. I'm on a natural high. . We're on a natural high. . Who needs the sky?. You can just watch me fly. On a natural high.