DJ Fantasy

Tie me up.

Automatic.

Bring that dubstep into my lungs.

That melted plastic spirit gives me high.

That ugly botle of gin by the cooler.

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Like .

Give me that Arcenic love.

That mercury drive of immortal eargasm.

Rip this esophogus sung by your power hands.

Fist it.

Fist in all that electric oil.

Choke is calling my name in the feilds of mindful terror.

And I must obey that erotic smell of the frangrance you wore last night.

You were that smokin light DJ.

And I had to dance.

For it.