5.RED RHYTHMIC SNAKE

5.RED SNAKE

5 RED RHYTHMIC SNAKE

NEVADON

VOCALOR OF ALL BATTLESHIPS, MOLD SCAMPERING BETWEEN ITS WALLS THIS STAINED FEAT, SNAIL CRUSHED IN THE SKY ENOUGH MIND HE VENTILATES ON THE TABLE IMPRISONED BETWEEN YOUR POINTED NAILS, I BEG YOU LET ME SUCK WITH YOU WHEN MY LOW-CUT FUGUE POINTED TO THE BELLY MOANED BEHIND YOUR BACK AND THEN THIS FROSTY SUIT TORN SCRATCHING PYRAMID IN THE ETERNAL MIST MILK SPILLED ON THE TRACK NEVADON.

A CLIFF COINING CUT IN A HOLLOWED-OUT GALAXY IMPLANTING THE LAUGH FOR A LICK IF IT SHOULD, SIGN THE IRONIC TO HATE THE SWEET, NOT TO FORGET THE DUST THAT NESTS IN THE WHITE SAVANNA. YES FOR SUDDENLY SOMEONE IN THE SILENCE OF MY ANGUISH AND IN THE DIN OF HIS LUST SAUTE ON THE LAPEL, A VOLATILE FLIGHT.