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Levi's Ad by F. J. Tapiador Running in the Euclidean space-time A fast climb on the trees and reach the stars Bravo breaking of the wards Furious run over the whiff Just to runners bound the screen They escape whilst they compete In three-axial hyperplanes Quaternions firing the scale Beacon Greek Give me science engineer me Give me science I wanna truth Fall and Resurrection ® Play Saraband within the strings Give me cylinders a track A white salted fast lake All the HPs you could arrange And I’ll forgot the dusty theology of our ancestors and parents And the fears and yarns the priest patienly, slowly imbued And I will pilot a skyhawk to up 10,000 feet Far the Samedi. Far away dirtbag streets and their brutal riots&rages I’m so tired. Give me sleep [They started and won’t stop There’s no fear Living in that new marked race They are free] Sweet Sleep © F. J. Tapiador « Home | Contributor Notes » |
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