Juano Lippi: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)
• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)

clique, crew, group or gang... No one listens to each other as much as they expect to be listened to... Everyone has their own little inner circles. Some are exclusive and defined, and some are open and kind, but all have their priorities, philosophies and agendas.

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She scuffles her feet as comes through the doorway to miss the bum that smells like a can rolling down the street, as humanity flies through the air like a lonesome dove that’s tired off her feet, in a concrete creek of disillusion

I want to love and then I hate, I want to live and then I die. I want to believe in this world but everyone seems to have their own philosophy.

No one ever listens to me

He clings to his live as he lowers his eyes in a passing glimpse like a lost little pimp for a banking faith, in a Hippocratic state of religious fate that’s doomed themselves to fear the fearless of your queerness, in mass confusion.

I want to learn and then I sleep, I want to feel and then I numb, I want to believe in this world but everyone seems to have their own communities

No one ever listens to me