S&F Sesh

As hep thoughts slow to a crawl and the scene dies down, everyone sleeps or goes lame - I dig it into the dark spanktrabank of my cross-eyed mind and then yank deep to thoughts of Maryjane and her silken robes and milken jug. How my heart aches for an American reborn Elvis-esque alien god. Not unlike the savior hepcat that fucked and shucked his way to the very top. So high up even his golden Tennessee piss was prized.