Deep vibrations, pulsating and frustrating, can I have those deep vibes?

I am the noise, I am the monotonous voice, calling, calling, calling, I am the noise.

Misty and musky, infiltrating solemn nostrils, reminiscent of prolonged soggy days.

Teaming with engorged overly magnified schools of short term attention spans.

Can I have those deep vibrations?

…coursing through my veins, like views of the constellations humble secretions, secretly stealing memory lanes. Forcing Orion’s belt into the recessions of my water slide esophagus.

Where do we go from here? We want those deep vibes. Can I have those deep vibrations. Pulsating with frustrations.

Submerged in a liquid haze, Happiness puke.