The back beat catches me off guard as the music floats on apricot flavored funk; drifting me on strawberry streams of ideals laced with mushroom shaped dreams. Limp watches tell surreal time in fluffy notes of βwho the hell caresβ and in spite of all the multi-colored word phrases I want to say, my tongue is swollen with the bitterness of a world just too ****** up to be sane.
So, cover me with; drown me in, your sensual warmth of liquid psychedelic escape.