Click your heels, enter the red room, green and yellow. Dissolving pills on your tongue, drugs in the bloodstream, eyes flickering, tongues lashing, smoky topaz.
Dreary light, hospital helicopters overhead, ghastly painted orchids and floors that are painful to look at, a blood puddle around a madman with a small, neat beard, colorless oxygen, swarms of exotic courtesans and gentle as a baby rattlesnake.
Flesh of Kings and Queens chained to laboratory beds, walls melting like wax, sleep of death, sunset in a medical bucket, dropped lipstick and cosmetics like birds on the ground, the whole world is transformed, tigers purring, the fox navigates the heated bliss, legs open, my warm hands on your inner thighs, the heart wants what it wants.