From myth and legend- normal street and beyond
Like the disco bunny honey. We be funny on the gasoline.
Junkyard of dreams.
This is the house. The fasthouse. Not slow. Fast. Like your mom and your sister that night I came over. Fast like that time a bald white crackhead asked you for five dollars to get his car moving from down the street and you gave it to him, without knowledge of the fact that he went home, borrowed someone's phone, and got a fiver.
