4
heaven is a void between load screens
sound of ice, sound of crows, sound of toads, delightful
against a miraculous backdrop
criss cross applesauce, right in the stream of the amp
surreal, heat-bent summer
secret dark art happening
paint thinner punch from a styrofoam cup
I wanna damage a windshield in the parking lot
dancing bodies would vanish
drink straight from the champagne fountain, yes, now, and more
with just the faintest lick of flame
last night I dreamed of partying
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