Smoke On The Pussy

Paraphrasing smokes like purple haze on the water; this is the neural reason creating a sacred meeting without space - without time, between two selves crossing windows and tunnels searching a bit of light... in the middle of a fractal pool such warm bodies. This is the story of a chimerical smoky train and his machinist crossing fractal tunnels, with windows and black holes among sidereal spaces and floating desires. This is the train of the trans-smoky erotic-mystic poetry opening pathways to different psychedelic lanes of the brain sensoperceptions.