******* man
intrinsic blue flame jet set smoke and green neon light smacked right into the main cable.
Thick liquid bass thump with the breakbeat bump
in sight and sound of tasted color.
Makes a meandering soul to twist
and twilight the highlight of the lowest man to find.
Pounded feet on cracked side street
****** that sell out the unrelented love.
When one starts another mixed in to beat match strike and spark
to set it off.
Down the highway flyway light streaked past in transient sound
of the spatial distorted.
Become the freak high sung from these beats
spilled down from heaven in this divine golden potion.
From oblivion to the tree tops on a flow of
Liquid
Candy
Motion.

No, not a *** crime
Naked and ***** just means
Brine, no vermouth

*****, or Gin
Either way you mix it
You need an olive