Kissing Satan

In the shadows of an African flora embracing my title as a mercenary a title with little content except the smoke fumes from illegalised seeds the red-hot point defining intervals of mental genocide and the false bravado from fired wits. Patting the enticing behinds of hypnotized beasts, beasts with bracelets that jingle in the rhythm to the tangle of the jungle This jungle the vast platform for emotional motions motions whose basic notion is the vigilant search for death and when found bought by the highest bidder. Other losing bidders joining the swim in lake 'CHATEAU', and from its coolness gaining a semblance of better days. mirages of imagination, the illusory images of reality and in this sub-conscious existence all aimed at the gates of HELL