InteraBong is a nonresistant slime product of the dense sences, but attracts broken lung sign languagers, and circus sexual tensions... A finnish boy with soft lock jaw reaching for a foriegn blade to really get their undivided attention, until cuts them in half that is.
The sound of rotting insects takes place in a blacked out swamp where witch doctors eat light bulbs for enlightenment, and shamans shit on top of classic buik dashboards for mating purposes. A bleeding asshole on horseback floats through the crusty horizon swinging papercuts, and vhs tape mantras. You can hear this from a mile away, or if you pay very close attention its inside your childs backpack that he is carrying home. I suggest you hurry home before this bleeding horse runs him down. After all he is carrying a message of diluted truth, and premature purpose.
This is the graphic suicide note that was left in a pair of pants, now going through the soft washing cycle at a laundry mat. You sit there watching the threats, details, and disorders circle around, and around before it breaks apart, blending into your attire as one.
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