It's the feeling of walking around sneakily syncing your steps to the song in your earbuds, but legitimized by scale as the whole landscape plays along, rendering the sonics in bursts of motion. The flattening curves bent back into fearsome spikes. In the past year I have bailed out of a steady but bruising job and a loving but strained relationship, and moved back into my childhood bedroom to regroup, broke and bummed and short on self-esteem. But a neon-hued city where it's always twilight hour, where the gravest danger is failing to trust your heart, where the streetlamps all pulse to the same rhythm and staying safe is a mere matter of keeping up with the beat. I think of that feeling now, and for a few dreamy moments, I am a lovesick fool tearing down an astral highway at a zillion beats per minute, nursing a heartbreak the size of the whole world.
ms. and mr. garten are helping people walking around sneakily.
( z0 help :ARG0 ( z1 and :op ( z2 person :name ( z3 name :op "Mr." :op 1 :polarity - ) ) :op ( z4 person :name ( z5 name :op "Mr." :op 3 ) ) ) :ARG2 ( z6 person :ARG0-of ( z7 walk :ARG0-of ( z8 sneaky ) :ARG2 ( z9 around ) ) ) )
(z0 / help-01
    :ARG0 (z1 / and
              :op1 (z2 / person
                       :name (z3 / name
                                 :op1 "Mr."
                                 :op2 1
                                 :polarity -))
              :op2 (z4 / person
                       :name (z5 / name
                                 :op1 "Mr."
                                 :op3 3)))
    :ARG2 (z6 / person
              :ARG0-of (z7 / walk-01
                           :ARG0-of (z8 / sneaky-03)
                           :ARG2 (z9 / around))))
ms. and mr. garten are helping people walking around sneakily .
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z3 :op1 3
z1 :op1 z2
z1 :op2 z4
z4 :name z5
z5 :op1 4
z3 :polarity 0
z3 :op2 1
z5 :op3 2
z0 :ARG0 z1
z0 :ARG2 z6
z6 :ARG0-of z7
z7 :ARG2 z9
z7 :ARG0-of z8