Rotten by Banjo Ulysses

dreamt last night i fought the high tides, thespian knights, scurvish thighs - sin miedo

comman my seas on 10 cent jack man post moorish attacks and broken tongues

porcelain cracks respite instant flash back of sewn in floor mats, pull it, dust it

and wheres my keys at, gatorade and big macs, throbbing aches, call to find my friends iphone

there must be something
to help me out man
this panadol aint gonna cut it

im feelin rotten
cant amend it
im tempted to another fleeting

im feeling rotten

• Experimental
• Sydney