The sceneA Poem by Island Hippyit’s hard to explain like his eyes are always re-freshing the scene; you know like when you swipe down on your overpriced iphone & the page refreshes code transmitting or is it translating? ...new information
(who the hell cares) y’all know what I’m sayin. - an entire generation of social decline like the art
of conversation, an awareness that requires
presence.
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. and still his stare is crisp if you bothered to look up
from your device you might have seen his magnificent smile.
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