Luring the enemy into strange territories, the forrest, the pasture, the swamp, the mind skirt made of hay skin opaque velvet vestigial nipples exposed like bullet holes in a pool of benevolent chicken grease you sicken me I love you because you're a fool and don't know how to love yourself
Holy Riddle :
A benevolent white supremacist enters the hooded jungle with a gun and a bible and comes out with a negro and diamond studded poker face and I can't name one brave associate friend or enemy, not one but I'm writing a beautiful lyric about the way Bud Powell tiptoes across the Seine looking for notes and renderless noise and sinks into the window of his reflection mumbling I'm famous? Ain't that a bitch
