Oil slick waves atop a skull face/mask. A halo for a
grin claims sincerity purest, bad news scrolling across marquee slate
teeth like an aesthetic cliche. Smiling eyes like four hundred tongued
courtesies. And you're cataracted at a green light, hearing only the
feel-good headlines and ginger catch phrases heard three blocks down the
road. Flies to the prophet, bread to the spectator.
grin claims sincerity purest, bad news scrolling across marquee slate
teeth like an aesthetic cliche. Smiling eyes like four hundred tongued
courtesies. And you're cataracted at a green light, hearing only the
feel-good headlines and ginger catch phrases heard three blocks down the
road. Flies to the prophet, bread to the spectator.
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