MARTINI DREAM

Processions of ancient corn-dog consumption circles swirl around the marble skies of seventeen gentle carnivals of dancing suns. Floral clearings playfully puke along the curbs, blood spilling beautifully through the concrete of centuries past as machine-beings tone their ringing song and gods float through the sky limousine’s infinity door lobby… the quiet languishing of perfected chrome plains decorated with wooden animals, covered in the holy puking baths of the great martini dream.