To my surprise,
arose sounds in one order.
Progressing for minutes on end
choosing which, at the flip of a quarter.
As these sounds march on in,
I begin my studies; I begin.
Formally, preventing me from future sin
One in an only, fashionable pin.
My attempts to further push for the calm,
are turned from my focus on the device in the palm.
Advertising differences in all that I see,
are solely based on preferences-
A choosing, is to be...
Evenly found, my ears begin to tingle
I realize now to blame is the jingle
Though remedies are to be recieved,
(And cherished forever)
Never to be decieved.
Only one reasonable fact-
ever seems to pertain to me.
For climbing out of the black,
Music, is the key.
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Fear and Loathing in Phoenix
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