Barely 15. Crawl sky-line-dope. Addicted white-aphrodisiac lust. Jump wire. Consume, control, create my nebulous machine-chocolate dream. Electric-ecstasy light explodes the virgin flesh. Raging metal lifts you to the sky. Empty chasm of granular gold dreams melt the sun. Dionysian winds carry you into the evolutionary-evocative-echoes. Search. Fulfill. Sea-secular-soul. Doomed to repeat my past. Love-lust-lost.
by Perry Nardone of Framingham
