Perspiring Sounds

Spanish moss, smoking parliament, the long wait for Interpol #3. Pound bang medicate, launch angles spin rates trajectory, blah de fucking. Shush, icy kind. Viral sciatica. Soft, pale squishy things. Reaching inside to massage the heart that's stopped, shorted out by its own racingracing brain. Don't mix those. Don't eat that. You are dehydrated. A gallon of water and tomorrow, sweat lodge visions.