Trip-hop with rain, sleek. Upper East Side penthouse mood, elite. A thunder that breaks the speech mid-sentence and causes the news-channel to geek. Slow-core revolve of empty malls and parking lots and elevators. Browsing Target for a Four Loko stash or where they keep their Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. Then drums fade in kinda like an edible. Then out. A breakbeat that never held. But then, its memory. Telekinesis of emotion & skin.
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