django django – firewater

Long days and weeks that feel like years and pie charts shaped like squares and the drone of the droning and the yellow mustard stain of the pie shaped wear and tear, fills my mind with the closed book blank button stares, save me from me and a drink of color splashed my tongue and my eyes were filled by slices of orange. An eclectic compilation of tones wheel past the corners of echo vocals as she sneaks her tongue past the painting picture and the optimistic well wisher, wishing for a song of canned heat made simple by the technology of a generation goin up the country…



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