Recoil - Luscious Apparatus
“She sat at a teetering picnic table There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold”
“His flesh seemed folded onto his body Like a suit made of meat”
“But what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus”
“She went back to her work station And scooped shiny white goop into jars" https://youtu.be/8ZNTKFjADlU











