Sunday, December 28, 2008

Rubdown.

In a room:

shrills, cars, a sunset rubdown, conversation, spasms of music, chemical reactions of a learning mind, laughter resonating all around, artistic reminiscence of a soviet motherland, dim lamps, graffiti-ed walls, active motionless posters, translations of theft, reclined cushions, abstract films, and teenage nothing.

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