So we walk in time to the polyrhythms of a million iPods, playing louder than ever a call had been necessary. But these are the ways - maybe rules - of a 21st century life built on dysfunction, consequence, reflex, insecurity and irony. Oh, how good it would be if we were still together and awake. The latter would be a real treat.
But life is beautiful, because I have the kind of hair that a dormouse could live in. And that's great. Who knows? Maybe looking like this particular fool could be perfect. Because who doesn't love a beautiful mistake?
Like a missed take. Mistake. Ticker tape. Irate. Too late. My sake.
Oh, you love me off my feet.
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