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oh, the light is just glitzing up bottomless pits
with its way of brandishing our spirit. or it might as well be a follow-up for stuffing it back inside them. anyway, I can’t remain housebound forever. as soon as I step over the threshold the place just vanishes. the others are copies of me, displayed everywhere to burnish the blur. we commingle, let our particulars get quickly embedded, and only then do I strive to stick out, to see what other things are worth staying in radiance of. high-heeled shoes hovering over transparent shelves. a split second, the ultimate peephole moment. the shop window suddenly swallows me inside, as it won’t have me any other way than brandishing up all my shiny coins at every floor. for this is the skyscrape way to my recondite den. I put on the high heels and glitz up farther in minimally invasive spirits. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpoI6pv3rIQ (thievery corporation - until the morning)
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