Nothing is real.

Evocation

Waking up on reflas

Star clear

Warm booze

& A Splitting headache

From which the near future is made

On a sunday afternoon

Nothing is real

Bashed, stoned & vacant

You cannot change the world from inside a police jail

Well that`s not my life

If you happened to wonder…

 

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About Hattori
It is like industrial chaos on a well kept garden.

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