the owsley brothers – rotten on the vine

If you have every felt like a king snake slithering through the stale green moss stuck to the top of the swamp and the swarming insects swarming to the blood pumping from your heart and the dripping wet sticky heat wraps her merciless hands around your throat and blows a deep hot breath to the back of your choking neck bones and the grip which holds you in front of your maker divine is the grip of forbidden fruit Rotten on the Vine!



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