Throbbing Song

But that's how I got here in the first place. I urge, West Nile caution, because we can't pass in white robes, but oh do we look so good in tight black. All our stripes are hand shaped, and inner permanent, markers on the way; this is where I stopped caring what you thought, and yonder lies the end of our love. Thankfully, the humps provide distance from sight and mind of, and the thrill of bottoming out
but fast and using the speed of it, to climb into the unknown.