You rode a bubble up your dream and into bed. The words came out like stray vowels as your legs twitched.
Let’s walk on sweat together like twin Jesus figurines and find a neon place that plays only Mingus. Let’s discover the flavor of the moon.
I need you to bend me backwards, fold me up, stuff me into a French press, and squeeze some inspiration from me. Before you drink me let me have a sip.
Shawn Misener- Nervous Habits 