there's no refuge for lonesome ghosts. the world implores for a giant grip, the highest shallow dive. cashmere sales 50% off. swallowed by swallow street. impotent fresh meat on the market store window. writing flying high, climbing brick wall cracks. friends crawling out o' cages, high on LCD flashlight. growing under a thousand fantasy bubbles, dreams, strikes. fresh borrowed mega-metropolitan lifestyle and cheap coffee-shops. down-beat black market gizmos, corners and pavements. asian type lack of privacy on lazy rooftops. superficial awareness between two glimpses on colorful paper. vibrating up-beats of serenity in the cold chill. regular labyrinth of cosecant-squared patterns. cargo cults calling for fake rituals, gods trembling traces on the vibe. plastic tits on cardboard box megaliths of pseudo-underground pathways whispering pseudo-intelectual bullshit - nota bene! escapist recursive ideologies unified in a stream. several bits of paper on the windshield hiding literal stories rather metaphorical. intellectual conversations with a newspaper article. alternating blonde-brunette sweating amazons with hairy forearms on meditation trance repeating esoteric mantras while rush hour drives madness on its trails. and a blonde eastern bitch shouting on the ether. charm goes on with the flow... incomprehensible...