A/N: Also posted here. "I guess this one is just kind of talking about human's ancient need to be something more-to grasp some kind of divinity and make it our own. We should try and be content with what we've got because its pretty fucking divine if you ask me. " Kisses intertwine tangling vines our feet our souls share a bed like brush and our hearts beat out a rhythmic jungle beat the animals cry out and the plants reach up and we stretch out milking the heavens.
