A Pounding poetic soul spillage pure.

Heavy mental melting molten sonic metal grind from long fuel focused floods of amphetamine line minds — With white hot heat — ´Shaman U.F.O.´ beat-spirit-heart of secret soul animal roar from mighty jungle urban jaw and open claw — Yagé vine unraveling time. Pumps the blood to empty lonesome digit corners spread, then close in a fist on tightened wrist that´s raised into the air like someone’s there — unseen above, but not beyond — Surfing white on sunless surging cells in veins of ultimate darkness — ´She Saw Me Coming´ in a blinding adrenaline light, riding the narrowing tubes that twist and turn — dressed in Leopard lycra, acid soaked, florescent print Daffy Duck boxer shorts — (or the memory of sorts) — ´For the real heads´ and breaks like waves on soft inside silent skin shores — Eel-lectric — Waves dissolve, fizzing like an aspirin in a glass — its go to the top of the class A´s — Drenching soul soup trip tasty deep into muscles, then opens up the pores like ten thousand tiny body eyes blinking black their pupils weep, salty sweat like tears at what it hears. Hissing pebble tide turning shroud-crowd organs churn and almost burn along to these spiraling songs then finally applaud. Hairs on the back of a broken swinging neck stand up in an invisible noose of noise without end, but falling all the same — God of gallows with single shining eye — Cries out! Traveling — This sound — at the speed of — back and forth, with the relentless force of the ploughmans horse, up through crazy dividing capillary man matrix motor maze — widening like a river to the screaming, pounding, solo, left of centre hundred yard fret board, a reverse and wandering Cathed-a-real source with a music of its own — in perfect sync with the heart. Which to us and all the rest — A Stethoscope bleep in the ear or resting head on breathing lovers sleeping chest, or green line grid of the holy womb on equipment in the hospital tomb or from headphones in a silent room — in touch with the always there — hardly seen, but always been. Wielding it does, such wild lyrical vocal swords like ancient pillage village Viking warrior, armed with hardened cock and Odins Valhalla promise of eternal feasts and sex with mythical beasts, drifting in pre storm castle clouds filled with imminent thunder. Cuts you to the bone all this -´Brain Donor´ — YEAH!