Perfect imperfection.
Sloppy dumb drunk delight.
Neanderthal Nicety.
A certain low down je ne sais quoi
Like grimy old gold and junky jewels.
So detestable.
So delectable.
My soul keeps swinging
From Love
To Hate
And back again.
Like a spinning compass
On a spinning world
In a spinning galaxy
In a spinning universe.
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning
I’m too dizzy for this anymore.
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