London, Austria
Like the soggy cuff of your jeans hitting the pavement, dampness seeled deep within. You miss judge the weather and up top your wearing brand new outlet jumper tags intact and smelling unfiliular, looking back at fake childhood memories, the soul leaving the body 2 months ago, and setting you down in a new place you have no choice to call home.
uncanny, perhaps you been dropped into the wrong reality on your slow descent back here.
you crawl 4 legged around the internet, around your dads stashed records, ancient weed in post office money baggies hidden in mouldy tapes, a mix is in order, perhaps now more than ever before.
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