Playa Dough

When the mind is free, naked stripped pinnions blown in dazzling colors across the waste, tuned to all night raves that never end and more than willing to hijack your passport body and use it in a indecent stomp. The cheering hissing explosive viper vibrant smiles across the far flung. While Nicolas drug kingpin who lives in RV's rant's about abductions, keen assassins and no security or body guards and it's true, if you wanted to kill somebody, this would be the perfect place to do it but that doesn't deter. It just makes it more interesting "dangerous fun" Hardware said and Slut Puppy would be an easy target especially with a chick in platforms and pink fur, naked with a squirt gun and a pussy that would eat his heart out. Ripped out of the seams in spiral fire the man burns outside, consuming his prophetic munch. Woman walk without clothes and bikes and cars and space ships and flowers and furry animals the size of a house, want your signature glance and built up worship, confusing your conscious effort to realize the phenomenal potential in Us, all of us, without the stupid bullshit in our profit driven world of exploit. Drugs the color of lemons and happiness the size of europe and anything you want to do and the real danger, that something could get out of control, like your hair wild with the flames that turns your shadow flying madly in the night. This is our Future in the preternatural calm so manifest anything now, that your mind is turned on to brilliant and sensationalized fate. This movie set isn't on a screen, this painting isn't on a canvas, this book isn't in pages but comes out to play and now God is High.