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Sunday, 31 October 2010


all night, it winks, on, then off, and on-and-off again; and again.

never-ending frig'id love song --  ad nauseam the neon sign,  the robot is a promiscuous thing

[and frigid mobile phones low their tumescent love songs rubato to the said, sorry dram'a]