Six Days in Tokyo | Bleeding, Lights & Wilderness
Let's hit Roppongi raving eyes & strange men stumble pulp worlds eating faded girls pleading shelter the moves are ancient but the lines are clear nose bleed and the stains spreading on white a raving Dane from Hokkaido screaming, starstruck beats himself with a selfie stick spin, revolve spin again darkness in a prayer to Moriyama to Dazai in the screeching whirlpool of a headlight empty heads behind glass wear signage across their face
let's hit Roppongi and fix the world eat the dawn spit out the night.
