The evening. It rains. Commercial on TV.

My flash is singing for me as Michael Jackson

What flowers will grow in this fruitful ground?

And how much sap will suck out from me this sick-making beauty?

My flash is singing for me.

It blossoms, it changes it`s color like Brussels sprouts.

It smells, it`s becoming violet than turquoise and suddenly indigo.

My flash shows me cartoons and I’m laughing.

It grows as cancerous growth it`s tender hands smell with apricot it embraces me ad kisses my cheek.

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