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Rating: Tonight I feel SUPER; SUPERior, SUPERb.
Damned city, I challenge you! I walk your streets and between the legs of your children; Damned city! Poisonous scolopendra with a thousand legs that bites my skin without mercy.
Armed with an insolent and hypertrophic electric bass, I hit the streets; a circular bass forged by Neu! that poorly conceals my pain. Dirty and lashing guitar clangs come out of my eyes, but my alienation overflows with every step, with every chord.
Dark and metropolitan sound, neon lights, and filtered voices slurring curses. Neurotic and cavernous rhythms hammer in my head; garage regurgitations smear my clothes; electronics grunting in the garbage of my thoughts.
Filthy mid-tempo caresses raise the body temperature like Campari diluted in white; I crave drunken, sordid kisses. In the height of neurosis, I reach the outskirts, look to the sky and Vega appears to me; not the star, but Alan. He smiles sardonically and asks if I really suffer or if it's all a charade.
I wander on and on and continue to feel SUPER; passed OVER, SUPERfluous.
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