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