Even in the beginning, there was only so much one could take in terms of the hot lickings of black leather on naked, welting flesh. Those studs man, I mean those studs baby, baby, baby! Get down and inside the baking hot rat-house located in the heart of sin and whatever. So we blew a couple of joints and felt the sweat dribble cold courses down our backs. The violence is gentle man, no other way around that smell, the accumulation of hides and death packed into shiny and matte black.
Conceal the face in mask.
Hide the flaws of post-modern man.
Oh man.
Inflict Kafe Gavani On The World
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