Synthetic waves radiate through
My soul--I'm high on sound.
The beat kicks in, and
I've hit nirvana.
These are the dreams that
Last forever.
Electronic pulses throb
In Ecstasy; reverberating
Into my intelligence.
"Can't shake the full moon"
She says. But,
She knows I'm gonna try.
808s and <3-breaks go like Geo with Sabzi,
Rhythm's my drug of choice, and I'm a straight addict.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Coyote Clean-Up
Posted by theglassorchard at 9:08 PM
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1 comments:
you should write more when you're less busy :) cause I like it.
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