“Drunken in the Morning Sunrise” for the fourth time this week, now with extra bounce and an extra hour rest. Street Priest lay out ‘til morning, then put on the suit and hide behind sunglasses and lotion. The small intestine absorbs the majority of the sauce; pain dully and dryly plateaus.
Their engine’s rubber putters, gasping and deflating, aiding the engine to the asphalt. A nasty scrape. Sorties of sparks twinkle on the cymbals. The constant attack pattering on the hardware gradually sinks it into earth. The hi-hat jaw attempts to catch the shavings of alloy. A lost, drunken carpenter bee dodges the flytrap’s incisors. The engine, with its stringed bottom of lethal loose ends, continues mowing the lawn.
The trio scatters drops of volt and rhythm, consequently marking their territory, the electric fence. Shocked but not scorched, hot from the jolt, they hop the fence and descend into the lower regions of dynamics, where they are unconventionally aroused by a bacterial growth crouched behind the amp, the cause of an uncontrollable itching. Scratching leads to bleeding, as Street Priest’s more “reflective moments” feel adversarial, in a friendly way, as friendly as friendly fire.
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