feeeeeeel my culture vulture, up and down your sides fingers of sweet intoxication ages and experienced clouds of grey and shine welcome to the birthing canal

two eels riding brain waves flickering lights aswe roll
turntables in your mind crisscross white walls
the jealous puppeteer seething in a box of hand s
and blue eyes

silent and broken of three
like wisemen seeking the madonna.
or child. let us go up and wreak our havoc

they expect we deliver- children of the night
fuck this I just wanna dance.