LONGTRAIL - LIMBO IPA
Glenn Frey sliding belly across checkered linoleum floor
a mustache quivers and pulls in an avalanche of Limbo IPA
He begins to shake and quake; a whimper leaves his bottom lip as the bottle
now empty, hits the floor.
The radio begins playing a song not yet written, sun beams of yellow rain caps filter through the used bottle.The color is spittle white with yellow afterthoughts. A taste of sweet flesh hits the tongue followed by crushed bone in magnesium. He forgot glass so head retention is something of a different nature at this point. He whispers, notes of lawnmower shrapnel, hops so juicy ones teeth temporarily become one with tongue, depression, hints of sliced grapefruits under a black moon. Order of palette becomes dysfunctional. New England summer chopped wood beams display structure on the back but also front of tongue. Dancing dervishes of Belfagor in fiendish copulation with his taste buds, an offering of Styx and citrus. AFTERTASTE of ash in wooden cradle.
As he raises his head of stupor he notices the date reads finish by christmas eve 2013
He falls into a deep sleep upon the thighs of Don Henley oblivious to his state of LIMBO
-Deacon Non compos mentis
Glenn Frey sliding belly across checkered linoleum floor
a mustache quivers and pulls in an avalanche of Limbo IPA
He begins to shake and quake; a whimper leaves his bottom lip as the bottle
now empty, hits the floor.
The radio begins playing a song not yet written, sun beams of yellow rain caps filter through the used bottle.The color is spittle white with yellow afterthoughts. A taste of sweet flesh hits the tongue followed by crushed bone in magnesium. He forgot glass so head retention is something of a different nature at this point. He whispers, notes of lawnmower shrapnel, hops so juicy ones teeth temporarily become one with tongue, depression, hints of sliced grapefruits under a black moon. Order of palette becomes dysfunctional. New England summer chopped wood beams display structure on the back but also front of tongue. Dancing dervishes of Belfagor in fiendish copulation with his taste buds, an offering of Styx and citrus. AFTERTASTE of ash in wooden cradle.
As he raises his head of stupor he notices the date reads finish by christmas eve 2013
He falls into a deep sleep upon the thighs of Don Henley oblivious to his state of LIMBO
-Deacon Non compos mentis
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