Chasing tequila shots with lukewarm Mexican beer. The appeal is very clear whilst the inhibitions are blurry as opaque glass. It is high time to play drinking games under moonlight in parks dominated by latino gangs. Witness misshapen people in travels around blocks. Hospitalizations and shattered glass. Blood spilled on staircases and in any case the sweat tastes like salt always.
Squeeze the citric acid from dark green limes, the ripest and the fullest in that fruit orchard underground. They clear out the raspberry vines for a full apple factory. This is the lakefront view in Yelm, the middle of bumfuck nowhere Washington, and this is the fourth of july with 1/4 sticks of dynamite to blow up rows of chairs across a mighty turbulent lake.
Portrait of abstract judgment. Make out sessions in drained aquariums. The octopus tentacles entangle us with thick black ink and mysterious bruises in the time of our lives.
