aceyalone & rjd2 – all for you

The world on a string, unwinding and curling around my trigger finger, smoke shot gunshot, I’m so cold like old man winter, the flared brassed bell ringing through the coil of bright brass tubing, blowing through the island scenes of James Bond smiling, soften the blow, I am open to know, the indelicate meaning, of Much Ado about Nothing, while if you knew, true, you’d be sure, as Fleming’s Pussy Galore.

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