21 November 2012
Dive into my Dub Ravine, Rooftop games trapped on driftnets of subliminal poetry. Pulsating exotica, pimped by flocks of all-night, night-swimming orators. Jigsaws of driftwood, crawling with authors repertoires. Chromatic bubbles of lyrics from volcanic underground orifice.
Dive into my Dub Ravine, I've got automatic, psychosomatic responses to your exploratory, respiratory verses.
Dive into my Dub Ravine, I keep the temperature on high, and the wordwaters flowing.
Dubmywrasseinyourheadman.
Dubmywrasseinyourheadman • Opuss № I