A lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,
Talking about complex, esoteric ideas. Not platonic as in non-sexual, but platonic as in grecian. Acrobatic endeavors are a byproduct of the benzedrine; they’re so full of emotion and stimulation that they want to jump around, off the Empire State.
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