Luyện nghe bài hát Machina Mimesis (In The Corner Cafe)

Nothing than the sound of footsteps
into a shape.
Sneaking into the urban cafof crispy mornings.
Realized it was a after hours of work. They are filth.
And also easily lost in the labyrinth of the theory of
own art - this easily percepted. Within the 4
of rain it became my own microscopic Macondo. It all little, if
nothing What is the frase I for... Chaotic Dementh.
Ah yes indeed. Been there before, fair lady? A Copper I won
at the chill-kill day: Putrid Run, Salt... Torment,
Thirst. Two fierce feasting parties me warmly welcome in
the aftermath of their own cold war. freaks,
says I. Tempers increase to and vanish - in cataleptic
disorders. An apparatus of something, don t know what,
remnant of the good succumbed in man once? The absolute
legion of oddity. Now guess what in the world mimesis is?