by 10heads
the quicksand that caves in my chest gives life in my death the sweet mango grains fill lungs with involuntary smiles I have the pleasure of my last meal being desert for dessert my heart beats to the rhythm of the feet of my tribesman ancestors the night before pillage takes the village the gods have replaced Visine with Hennessy and banned the word 'sober' so I'm in trouble again and a motherfucker earned it but does he deserve it not much matters since the transtemporal DJ stopped the music my tongue is all out of left feet
