recipe

stroke of the night on the hill down the slope when the man runs for the light slide over waves wade through the sand roll like a moon dope on the rocks shake up the blood of the freak on the leash let the smile light up the sun on a stick like a kick in the nuts for the sake of the land blood running cold roll over plains fade through the sane dragon drops of mighty jam like a bright fucking purple sun facing the wall under the black in the storm now is the time for the children to cry rocking the lane on aneimic pale like a stronger grade in the mind of lame scoop in the brains of an icecream junkie with the butt of a dick on the wheels of a lion in the force with the mellow of the butter in the sun in a pool full of strange and pour in the milk and shake till its done !