In the future staring at the kinetic wires, the artificial lemon-wood floors curled with fabric debris, a deadly iris onyx spiral and caramel tryst capital, a woman with a sword, the melancholy and mechanical blends, the slender arms of torpedo trains, liquid narcotic robotic kisses and lavish tangles of shark fin glasses.
The bareness of a neck and white shoulder blades, we flicker and shimmer like holographic candles, droplets of melting wax, movement of veiled wings on the whimsical waves, a crystallized man o'war cigar dripping with dry ice, pink blossoms of useless fruits in the peach trees, purring plum cables and ballistic batteries gut-shot with caustic acid, sleepy sirens and drowsy ferns exploding a surreal reality, tranquil torsos at the hill-top avenue, the arid air conditioning and systematic climate control, the ventilated breath, the blurry and bleary chasing butterfly farms, the cindered aqueduct and metal arch of the broken bridge-scape, the tremble of rope anchors, the ashen edge of the syrupy black Moscow river and slumbering shoe factories, the poetic sky-lines of sky-torches burnt into the sad, somber eyes, the colorless soldiers, the synthetic windows around the tanks, a mirrored silver linoleum for the makeshift hospitals and plagues of viral computers, the walking mantis bot in sexual delivery mode, a violet and voracious sky-garden and sky-slums for the poor, the cloud cafΓ©'s and blest blue rain spitting on the artificial sweat of plastic opaque bodies floating in the canal.