DESCRIPTION:
Jamie Stevens - Tribe Of The Disco Kings
Bouncing through the leaf blankets that dangle from the wretched cliffs,Jamie Stevens ejects a dark red plume of smoke over the Tulipa gardens and then zips back up toward the sky's canopy. The Tribe Of The Disco Kings dance across the crackled plains like an army of fire ants ready to consume a cosmic treasure. King Unique and David K bring the tribe to a halt and then blast the thicket open with a powerful whirlwind of sleepless pleasure that shakes the night's bones right down to its glowing marrow.

Take me further into the shade. She trailed off into the sunset like a seasoned snake slithering up the spine of the stars. Entreat me deeply. Four colors from the original stain. Ricochet off of the roof like a legion of slinking thieves. Morphing quietly in the distance. A train so futile a bird could take it apart. The last house that stood was the one that we loved. Books for the feature. We loved the facts and ran from the past. Rainy evenings. The rusty wall stood like a looming furnace.
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