That's fine. A setting sun.
A clump of uneven grass. To keep the green,
set it aside.
The building was decaying
across the entrance-way.
A whistle in the air.
Microfilm and plastic for an easier build.
a paradise hotel. happy rooms. all modernist approval. convenience,
most of all.
I'm still listening. Maybe it's all going to turn out alright.
Probably won't. *do not disturb*
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