It’s late night and you’re in the cemetery. No the trap. Actually, you’re in the mausoleum slanging out in the cemetery trap set-up. Sitting upon a throne made of coffin wood and stashing behind a pile of bones. But it smell like a plethora of [good-good] and musk. That signature sniffle that only Cocaine Jesus can scuff up. Brushing gums with only the tongue. Selling imaginations like a Dream Catalogue one can flip through, consult, and digest. Ingest. Getting texts on that disposable phone from FAM — no idea how these exs get the number — blaring the message We’re Worried About You. Half-eyed glare the mouths “fuck off.” Proof of life. Seppuku the self image. Hierarchy in a menagerie of offerings.
Cocaine Jesus’ We’re Worried About You is still available at Dream Catalogue on CD and cassette, including digital. Grip a couple of moody-tunes before the Cocaine Jesus guest mix this Friday!
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