Mother
Bang on the counter with eight slim and slender cans, the marketing machine pumps a low fizz with Mother. A new energy drink from the dynamic ribbon. Right there on the side with the other ingredients of guarana, caffeine and ginseng, acai extracted from The Amazon itself.
Nothing in the way of synthetic, or a mention of, thus creating the image of sucking dry The Amazon of this one herb. All in the name of juicing up the fires of the brain. Word from an insider says that this pick is the kick that will send the jolt into overdrive.
Taste wise, there's the berry overtones, heavy in a sense of what sniffs the tongue to a strip of thickness. Densely sharp, undeniably rough with no sense of smoothness over the buds.
Friday, 22 December 2006
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- Fiddling with the Cat
- Moonlight for a year and this is the shooting
- Afternoon mayhem into an indefinite descent
- Sketchy homes with sketchy hours
- On The Box at the Powerhouse Museum
- Cracking the butterfly effect
