sp3ktr:
stuck in an escapist fantasy where we're at the sickest
party, 808s and 909s pounding out primordial rhythms, rumps are shaking
and were slide and rise like protozoa making a new life form, so much
lust and surrender to dark passions and we suck at the madness in each
strangers eye. Laser beams and strobe lights take snap shots of the
bodies squirming and writhing against each other like a bucket of night-crawlers, each moment a picture of ecstatic lust and insanity, this
is how Rome burns