One denoted for being a scavenger.
My shining tapestry of ravages rival that of the sun.
Carnal knowledge combs my blood and shifts it into chaos shortly after.
To pry into the outlandish carnival of carousing swoons,
and lift them up for glory blemishes of the sensuous sky.
Let's meet on the blacktop, mastodon, in the saucy afternoon with sirens on!
Forget all consequence as we chew on blood napalm as a peace offering.
The grey clouds sway like the noose and offer a K-hole, distraction!
Dilapidated distress, sultry S.O.S.: I've got new cataracts that blind me of duress.
So long.
How willwe all fly by? Like comets collecting bribes,
From unsuspecting skies, we're fireflies.
Diffusion in a room of ghosts rivaling their doom,
Burlap sacks in burlesque bars revealing shining wisps of woo!
"I'm hungry for the young, the guiltless plaque.
Cause quakes like mastodons, eat broken glass bouquets.
Partake in chivalry and indulge in homegrown remedies.
Settle down."
"When you were a child, you rode on quivering streams made of collectable dreams, and so forth.
When you were so young, a rose of saccharin thorns in your head, you adorned.
(Collect me) And now without a pulse you galloped fervently dim into the gallows' noose still,
You vanish calm, into the sky."
Oh, right. Nooses netted with the 808 beats of a mastodon stomping around causes
The pixie dust to plume out from the ground like a blissful mushroom cloud.
As chaotic as an alphabetical sea.
This is circumstantial evidence: to the best of my recollection,
The styrofoam smile of the beast secretes an aerosol aesthetic that's more suited towards
The wise man behind the freeway!
Oh, mastodon, you've exhilarated us with that daunting reputation,
From that which may try to possess us, and would dare to expand that tapestry of ravages.
To ride the mastodon, we could devour entire Empires of Sulfur and Tulips,
And turn them into a dance floor.
