Consumptive bathroom lovers, pill on your tongue, pill on my tongue. People buzzing around in your head, piranha ice spice in mine. Orange afro, uncharted territory, you like the quirks and idiosyncrasies, the razor sharp wit and stink attitude. Bite your lip, bite mine, eyes wide, just like you like. Peculiar, this one, Jack Kerouac, mahogany book-paint, architecture and dark cherry wooden bowls of cold milk, frozen grapes and cowboys and their pistols, falling ashes, rain drifting like clouds of mechanical black birds in a dirty sky.